The Mezzanine

I want to see a psychedelic forcefield made out of jelly squares.

Alternatively, I dare you to write a one-shot where someone is making one.


(Also, the one photo I have ever taken purely for artistic reasons was a photo of photos, specifically some of those ones, except when they were on Mum and Dad's lamp table, and they were blurred but you could tell there were definitely a black-and-white one and a colourful family one and a wedding one and a baby one, and there was also a melted candle, and a rose in a vase, and another flower with, like, blossomy petals that kept wafting down over the photos, CAN-WE-SEE-ALL-THE-NICE-SYMBOLISM-OF-PASSING-TIME-HERE.

Except that I SUCK AT TAKING PHOTOS, so what was actually in focus was the freaking LAMPSHADE, which should have been the background object, so it spoiled the whole thing and I have never taken another arty photo again, THE END.)

(You can't half tell I've just been reading lissie's lj...)