Strangers Scribbling Stories

 The time is now…We grabbed our jackets & ran into the crisp sunny day. The birds were singing and leaves were rustling. Squirrels ran along branches and through the trees. To dream a bigger dream…Hot cheetos…but could they be more spicy? For the love of a Forgotten God…It came from the vents first…He picked Donald Duck. There is movement in stillness…Everyone is uniquely the same…Remember to forget. Reggie screamed…”SUCCESS ISN’T A RACE” as she stormed back onto the spaceship. And it is always 4:20pm. I have immortal longing - Cleopatra

The time is now…We grabbed our jackets & ran into the crisp sunny day. The birds were singing and leaves were rustling. Squirrels ran along branches and through the trees. To dream a bigger dream…Hot cheetos…but could they be more spicy? For the love of a Forgotten God…It came from the vents first…He picked Donald Duck. There is movement in stillness…Everyone is uniquely the same…Remember to forget. Reggie screamed…”SUCCESS ISN’T A RACE” as she stormed back onto the spaceship. And it is always 4:20pm. I have immortal longing - Cleopatra

Thank you for participating in this experimental interactive project for the Innovation Design Engineering program at the Imperial College London and the Royal College of Art