Notices by C. Knodel (knodel@mastodon.de)

@ryanc

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“On night number one thousand and one,” the Jinni said, “Scheherazade was about to end her tale with a cliffhanger when the king interrupted her. ‘Stop it, you win! I'm nearly dying of a narrative overdose! No more stories, please!’ Scheherazade was freed, and her father was made grand vizier. The king, however, resined and named his eldest son as successor. The new king, unlike his father, had no interest in stories. He banished Scheherazade and her family from the kingdom and had every trace of her tales removed. The flying carpet was nailed to a wall and all of Ali Baba’s treasures were sold to museums. Not a single memento of Sinbad’s voyages remained, and the magic lamp — in which I had dwelled for centuries — was made the prince’s reading lamp. I was shuffled into other containers: cans, bags, boxes, or this liquor bottle you found me in.”

“Poor you!”

“Oh, it wasn't so bad for me, since I could now travel the world — not always to a destination of my own choice, but I’m curious by nature. And I met some extraordinary people.”

“Like who?”

“There was a peculiar doctor named... um, I forgot, who lived with a bunch of homunculi and claimed he could turn lead into gold. We had lots of fun. Later, I sabotaged the torture devices of the Spanish Inquisition and helped a few heretics escape. Have you heard of the half-moon pendulum?”

“Maybe...”

“Next came a sailor who had recently survived a plunge into the Maelstrom and bought an orang-utan on his way back home. But the beast was… unusual. It murdered two women and disposed of the bodies in truly horrifying fashion. Still, it was only an animal — you can’t blame it — and the sailor never knew what it had done.”

I nodded, and the Jinni went on, “After that, I played a not insignificant role in some events in Hawaii, where I was sold several times, each seller convinced the price must be lower than the last one. I even traveled to space — well, at least to the moon and back — not by rocket but in a giant projectile. I was stored in a bottle of Californian red wine then and— oh, by the way, shouldn’t I grant you a wish, since you set me free from this vessel?”

“Just tell me more of your stories,” I replied. “I’m far from an overdose.”

#microfiction
#fantasy

Fumbling around with processing again,..

A row of irregular closed curves, drawn with low brightness and opacity, form the surface of something that reminds me of a piece of of an intestine rotating around the horizontal axis).

(Inspired by Reformation by Project Somedays (https://openprocessing.org/sketch/2102708)

#mathart #genart #processing #CreativeCoding #loop #animation

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