I found myself suddenly more attracted to the silhouetted men, running, masks donned, strange mushrooms sprouting from their bodies. My eye demanded to know more. In the morning I’d decrook my neck to spy over sheep and sleepy cottages, but on the second trip we went blind; myself, the driver and a handful of late-night stragglers in a rickety shaft lined with orange pillars and red buttons, lights rattling in the ceiling, cool air hum over the dark glass, tumbling together through the blasted hills. The genetic manipulation was quietly electric, Mitubishi mysticism past factory towns abandoned by workers and ravers. It was the perfect place for me to imagine it: a bus in dark country is always a boat on the Sea of Dreams, an inertial voyage of seminal anticipation. Close

Ola na Tungee studied History at the University of Manchester before moving to Berlin to study peformance art, though she flunked her course and lived under mysterious circumstances before re-emerging as a journalist. Ola enjoys smoking a pipe, wearing leather jackets and collecting unsettling chackis. Helen is currently teaching Philosophy at the University of Highlands and Islands, remotely from an old military bunker on the North West coast they con- verted into a home/office. Close

Doktor of Object Ecology and Mass Excavator. Backroom psychogeographer. Dealer in forbidden and outside artefacts. Vampiric Formalist and DJ of Schizoscape ambient beats. Member of the Deep Stratum Guild. Expert in enhanced interrogation techniques. Former professional crisis actor, mourner and astroturfing agent. Post- traditionalist. Post-post-modernist. Post-mortemist . Currently incubated flatline construct at Intel dpt. of uncategorised articles. Former analyst at SCP foundation. Former asset at US dept. of Unspecified Services. Undocumented. Disabled. Close

The being that is The Archivist is undercut by their relations to unfathomable nothingness, that, which does not exist. What has been hidden and what has been uncovered, just out of the peripheral. It's an eternal paradox. The thing which can only exist in the negation of itself. Void. The origin of all and the eventual finality of all. GENESIS I CAN MAKE NOTHING INTO ANYTHING IF I WANT IT TO BE. WELLSPRING OF ULTIMATE CREATION YET SOON I WILL RUN IT EXHAUSTED! THATS RIGHT. I THINK WE ALL SHOULD JUST PLAY UNTIL THE VERY LAST MINUTE.TO BE HONEST, THERE’S STILL SO MUCH ABOUT THIS WORLD- OUR EARTH- THAT WE DON’T UNDERSTAND! THAT’S WHY WE SHOULD BLOW IT UP...! ARCHIVIST is a medium sized young adult sporting shoulder length sort of wolf cut...? it's grey not silver or white. grey hair. hair that's gone grey. anyhow. details indeterminate. facial features are exceptionally hard to remember but... i guess something about this presence incites bouts of vertigo. weird. why would they need it anyway? you dont need the details. their eyes are colour of pewter. reflecting grass reflecting day. static sky. it wasn't like this ever before. Close

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