Journey of the Senses (Sahreen's Final Project)

"JOURNEY OF THE SENSES" Wheel A 3D hypertextual project engaging with ideas of non-linearity. Basic story idea: Magic Realism
Girl is in love with boy who lives in the heart of a maze. Each day of their relationship (in random order) they are involved in a different type of sensory experience.

Five story boards Each story is to do with a journey and a particular sense:
1. Sight 2. Hearing 3. Smell 4. Touch 5. Taste

A mini story is printed on the front and the back of each board. Each story board is connected to a spoke of the wheel. Stories are removable so that the reader can choose the order in which they are read.

This morning

This morning my alarm beeped me obediently awake at 8am. Weighed down by a late night, I fumbled another half an hour onto the clock, and retreated into my warm cocoon to find myself clinging to a cliff face above the emerald green sea. Each new ledge revealed another hidden base of the secret rebellion, and a woman who was and was not my mother held a gun against my temple to ensure I had not been followed by Them.
The second time my alarm went off, I had no excuses, and I slid from my bed to let the shower steam the night's presence from my skin. Dressed and drowsy I tromped upstairs to my morning ritual of kettle and tea leaves and my big mug with red dots on the side. The familiar movements drew me closer to wakefulness, and finally the taste of heat and sugar shooed the sleep from my mind.
I fumbled still unfamiliar keys into my new locks, and left under the cheerful shelter of my red umbrella. The cafe under the uni yielded banana bread which did for breakfast and I sat at last in a seat in an unfamiliar classroom, early and nervous.

This Morning...

This morning I lay awake as usual, only too conscious of the fact that I wasn't meant to be up until 6.30 and that I had no hope of getting back to sleep. I prefer the unknowing of complete lightlessness (ie: darkness) around me when I wake up because it always creates the mystery of when to expect my alarm to belch upon my face. Could it be in five minute? Could it be in another two-and-a-half hours? With darkness, there was simply no way of knowing. And that's what I liked about it. It gave me time to think. You know, really think. Unlike at uni, where I never think. But last night I did not shut the blinds, so there was nothing mysterious about this morning, much to my disappointment.
I started thinking about that book my boss had told me about the day before. 'Metamorphosis'? That was it. I had no hope of remembering the author. I think it started with a K or an L. I started wondering what it would be like to wake up as a giant inse...

My alarm went off.

Interests

http://www.stickyourneckout.com/

http://www.recipezaar.com/sitenews/

http://www.real-restaurant-recipes.com/Whats_Cookin-backissues.html

http://www.mala.bc.ca/~Johnstoi/stories/kafka-E.htm

http://mcclungmuseum.utk.edu/permex/egypt/egs-text.htm

http://worldmusic.nationalgeographic.com/worldmusic/view/page.basic/home

http://hauntingthunder.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/apple-kitteh-saiz-u-wayt-4-iphone-update.jpg

This Morning

This morning I was woken up by John's alarm. I had been looking foward to a sleep in - to nine that is. But alas, that wasn't to be as after I am woken up I can't go back to sleep. I turn and grumble , unsuccessfully falling back to sleep. After I gave up I went around the corner to my favourite coffeeshop on crowne st. I ordered my skim flat white off my lovely waiters and read borges and walker. Both were thouroughly interesting...I then caught a cab to university because I have glass in my foot I found out in an ultra sound had been there for a couple weeks, been too busy to remove...

This Morning

This morning I woke up on the wrong side of myself because yesterday was too hard and difficult for me. But on hindsight I will overcome the dread of the morning and inhale the refreshing warm of the sunshine and welcome the notion of breakfast and the company of my cat. The aroma of hot coffee and buttered toast will prepare me for the day yet to come. The sound of the happy purring