There's a house you can visit at dusk, and I am a sculpture ..
Added 2022-09-19 09:55:21 +0000 UTCThere's a house you can visit at dusk, and I am a sculpture there. I am cold, but I warm to the touch, to move, and then I am cold again.
*I wrote this text on a previous post, as a 'feeling text,' something that captures a mood. But I realize it can be actualized - a literal house, one that is easy to get lost in, perhaps open air in the evening summer breeze, a group of strangers as naked statues hidden amongst stone ones, visitors invited to walk through in silence and touch as they desire, their touch is the only thing that allows the statues to move... but all of their touches are tallied, according to time & intensity & stereotypical eroticism hierarchy, and the total must be less than a secret amount, or else they are immediately frozen and removed from the premises. They may leave by choice at any time.*
