Demonic Experiments: For the Good of the Costumes We Wear

We set out to look for someone to tell us what was going on. We took our usual clothes from the hanger, but this time we couldn't wait for them to dry. We wanted to get rid of the smells that permeated us after the carnival last night, and when we got home at night, we threw them all in the washing machine. Then we threw our weary bodies on the bed. We don't remember how much we drank, what was in our drinks. The last thing we remember is the smoke rising from the streets and the pus-filled wounds of the dead bodies hanging from the windows of the houses. We also know that there is nothing unusual that will upset us. If it were, our hands would be covered in more blood right now, and we would feel more pain in our heads.



In a little while, we will go down the narrow stairs of the house again one by one and go out. We will smash through the small garden in front of the house and step into the dirty, blue-filled water of the creek two hundred and thirty meters away. Somehow, it's okay to get a little wet on our bare feet when we're wearing slightly wet suits. But there is one thing that scares us, every time we reach the forest beyond the stream, we switch to uncanny feelings. It's like there's an invisible door in the trees, and the moment we pass it we get goosebumps and our eyes tremble. We should also ask this too, we should take notes one by one and ask the polymath at our destination. We hope we don't bother him with so many questions, in such cases he always takes our clothes and runs away and we have to find costumes again. It is not an easy thing either, we have to hunt frequently and hunt whatever creature comes our way. Otherwise, we can neither go to the carnival nor leave the house.

May, 2023
 paper collage // by Demon Ego