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Glitter Meadow
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You kind of want to test the properties you’ve just observed so you get right to touching it. You also just like touching stuff and playing around with it. The texture of the mud is soft and squishy, something you can easily push into and begin moving around which you like. It is also sticky and moist which you don’t like so much. As you feel the material sift between your fingers and be molded by your palm, you can’t help but think about how you’re disturbing it’s initial state and how it’s giving away control so easily. You wonder if mud can consent because, honestly, touching it, feeling its humidity be shared with you as every grain subtly tickles your skin, it feels intimate. This prompts you to consider that just as you are touching the mud, the mud is touching soil below, and all that soil is touching your entire location by proxy, it makes you feel like you can connect with the swamp itself.
You continue moving the mud around a little bit longer and you soon realize you can make shapes this way. This is a bit like drawing so you try to shape it into something you like. It’s relaxing and fun but you feel you’re not getting much done that looks like anything in particular and probably not the right medium for you if it can even be one. The only thing your art piece is kinda shaped like is like that archetypal fat person you imagined earlier but you figure it’s just because of the lumpy nature of mud. You decide to follow that line of thought no further.
Not long after, you realize you playing around with the dirt has further released smell particles from the dirt so you decide to take a good sniff. It smells of humidity combined with the muted scent of leaves and plants which give it its ever so distinctive earthy smell. And given you’ve already jumped the shark anyways, you continue with your consent metaphor. You think about how weird smell is in that regard. On one side, it’s hard to stop smelling things and even harder to stop emitting smells. On the other side there’s this feeling of being intruded when you smell something you don’t want to and one of exposure when your most intimate smells are spread in a room full of strangers. Now you’re feeling like a creep for sniffing mud so much, onto the next thing.
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