What Time is it Here

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[[What Time is it Here?]]

You stir [[awake]]. <<cacheaudio "care" "https://dalena.github.io/search-party/audio/caretakers.mp3">> <<audio "care" volume 0.0 fadeoverto 15 0.25>>

You've been here before. The bed is probably from your childhood. Images on the wall have been intentionally flipped up-side down. There is a record playing in the room. What will you do? [[What record is playing?]] [[Flip the images right-side up|imginit]] [[Walk back|awake]]

This room is darker than you usually like. This kitchen is the same place where you first learned how to dance. Your hands are cold. The overcast sky is silohouetted by the window and door frame. A facade of clouds move briskly east. You catch a glimmer of an ashtray made of glass. Suddenly you can see all the shiny objects in the room. [[Follow the clouds]] [[Have a smoke]] [[Go back|awake]] <<cacheaudio "waves" "https://dalena.github.io/search-party/audio/waves.wav">> <<audio "waves" loop volume 0.0 fadeoverto 30 0.25>>

Music plays in [[the other room]]. The smell of the ocean carries over from the [[back door]]. It's wide open, inviting the biting wind.

You walk closer to the spinning record. There's red candlewax melted in the center where the label is supposed to be. It's moving slower than usual. You take out your phone from your pocket and record a video for later. You can fix it. The needle catches between the grooves of the record. It wavers and so does something else inside you. It's most likely not a part of this world. So, what will it be? [[Later is now]] [[Check the time]] [[Go Back|the other room]]

The music is too slow, you're right. It's most likely the wax creating the delay. You search around for your spoon and only manage to find a soft piece of licorice. How does it feel? [[I think I like licorice]] [[It's now or never]] [[Go Back|What record is playing?]]

The clock in the room says it's a quarter to five and the time on your phone says 1:00pm Which do you believe? [[The clock]] [[Your phone]] [[Go Back|What record is playing?]]

The licorice's translucency makes you salivate. You imagine grinding it down to a slimey pulp between your teeth. You take a bite and it is not as you remember. It tastes like [[the dentist]]. [[Go back|Later is now]]

You press the licorice against the wax of the spinning record. It is here that you have miscalculated. The record doesn't stop spinning and the wax isn't coming off. This licorice is endlessly long. Not just that. It is forming a union with the wax. They grow and become greater than you. [[That's very lovely]] [[This is not a panic attack]] [[Go Back|the other room]]

The gap in your mouth where a molar tooth used to be starts to whistle as you breathe. You place your tongue there with a permanent longing. Why do we get a second chance with teeth but not much else? [[Go Back|I think I like licorice]]

Black licorice and red wax curdles and thickens into a progressive eruption and subsumes the bedroom. You blush [[The lovers need privacy|It's now or never]]

In this moment, you realized hegemony is your greatest fear. Your heart beat quickens only to stretch across the same second for longer. Your eyes dialate and the lymph nodes around your neck burst into song. .. [[Turn to leave|It's now or never]] [[Face the beast]]

You used to fight bulls. [[Not much else has changed|What Time is it Here?]]. You strike the match and set your bedroom ablaze.

The letter pinned next to the clock has your name on it. [[What does it say?]] [[Go Back|Check the time]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/city.gif"> “The cesium-ion atomic clock is so accurate that it “loses” only one second every ten thousand years, and even that exact standard is open to further precision. It divides each second into more than twenty billion pulses. But what exactly is it dividing, what is it measuring, what is a second, what is a minute? And if we “lose” it, where does it go?” [[Go Back|Check the time]]

"I asked you one day 'How long will this last?' and you answered to me 'Eternity and a day'" [[Go back|The clock]]

The collector collects [[incidents]].

Things that are unexplainable but [[true]]

He needs a lot of time, though, to gather evidence that they're true He needs to travel and a lot of money for it. That's why he's a postman as well Do you remember what he said about [[his first incident|story0]]?

Looks like a storm just came through not too long ago. The sand beneath you is darkened damp beyond the shoreline. You're not wearing any shoes.. [[Even better]] [[Go back|back door]]

You strike your match and light a cigarette. A little flame can be so warm. You switch on the [[broadcast machine]] [[Go back|back door]]

[[It happened before the war. In xxxxx, a widow was living with her son. But the war broke out, and the boy was drafted|story1]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/0.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|002]] [[Go Back|000]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/1.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|003]] [[Go Back|001]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/2.jpeg "> [[Turn the next image|001]] [[Go Back|imginit]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/3.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|004]] [[Go Back|002]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/4.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|005]] [[Go Back|003]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/5.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|006]] [[Go Back|004]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/6.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|007]] [[Go Back|005]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/7.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|008]] [[Go Back|006]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/8.jpg "> [[Turn the next image|009]] [[Go Back|007]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/9.jpg "> [[This is the last one|010]] [[Go Back|008]]

<img src="https://dalena.github.io/search-party/img/10.jpg "> You're all done now. No one is around to thank you. [[Go Back|the other room]]

[[He was 18 years old. They decided to see a photographer and have a keepsake photo taken.|story2]]

[[The mother and her son were photographed together|story3]]

[[The boy was sent off to the front.|story4]]

[[A few days later, he was killed.|story5]]

Right, and in the midst of all the commotion and calamity, the widow, of course, forgot about the photos. The war ended. She moved to another town [[far|story6]] from her memories.

Some years [[later|story7]]

The widow visited a photographer to have her photo taken. The photo was taken. But when she got the [[prints|story8]]

She not only saw herself in them but her [[dead son|story9]], too.

This [[photo|story10]] shows the widow in 1960 and her son in a 1940 uniform.

You see the photo now. So, do you believe it? [[Yes|Good for you]] or [[No|Good for you]]

The images belong to [[the collector]] Are you [[sure|000]] you want to flip the images? [[Let's go back|the other room]]

Good for you [[Check the time]]

You roll your pants up to your knees and step into the water. The waves sweep the sand around your feet. As they motion backwards you feel you are being pulled to [[move closer]] [[But you only stay still]] [[There's nothing here for me|back door]]

You move with blind force towards the depths of the sea. Noone is waiting for you on the otherside but you aren't really waiting for anyone either. The more drenched your clothes become, the more you think about the placenta. [[It's time to swim]] [[Go back|Even better]]

You know something is missing You just don't know what Isn't that a peculiar feeling? [[Go back|Even better]]

The cold water paralyzes you. You decide to float on your back and watch the clouds take their leave [[Go back|move closer]]

Anything can always mean something else. Even when you said you were sorry and everyone believed you. But that's not the point. You couldn't believe it yourself. <img src ="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/dalena/search-party/master/img/broadcast.gif"> <<cacheaudio "bmv1" "https://dalena.github.io/search-party/audio/bmv1.mp3">> <<audio "bmv1" loop volume 0.0 fadeoverto 5 0.25>> [[Go back|Have a smoke]]