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

This Morning

This morning I woke up and my nose itched. A poor imitation of sunlight filtered through the blinds and hit my eyes. That sickly yellow light, the dust motes, and damp air travelled through my nasal passages and into my head. I looked up to see that the ceiling had grown a black beard overnight. It was shedding mould spores which danced a merry jig up my nose.

I rolled over onto my side and tried to breathe out of my mouthe. Gulping, goldfish-like, starved of air. A thousand tiny insects still scribbled inside me.

I was in a state of total discomfort, yet too lazy to get up and leave the bed.

This morning

This morning I was a little brat! I woke up late to discover my work uniform was in the wash and not ready for me to take with me. Ofcourse, it was someone else’s fault, everything always is! This time, the culprit was my mother! I demanded an explanation, my tone making it very clear I was not impressed. And as usual my sweet mother thought up a simple solution which would result in a freshly washed shirt waiting for me at work. Oh how wonderful it is to live at home! Why would I ever move out?

This Morning

This morning it made sense. Loud bright, beautiful, ugly, mad and sane. It was totally logical; straightforward and sensible. Promptly, between the hours of 6 and 9 I stopped a festival with my mind, drove a car up a river, killed a friend of mine, was killed by a said friend, cooked lamb shanks, owned a 5-story terraced house, owned the same house but 2-stories, owned the same house but 7-stories, lost my hearing, played with lego, was lego, couldn’t stop singing ‘I will survive’ and couldn’t remember how to sing ‘I will survive’ onstage at aforementioned festival.

It made sense at the time. The clock was wrong, I was an hour late. It made sense when I was too busy, rushing out the door, to realise. It made sense when I was throwing food into my bag, it made sense running to the station. I only realised on the train.

This Morning...

This morning….

...on the train I was sitting across from a beautiful Asian girl; smart and sophisticated. It was awkward though. One of those situations when a stranger catches you staring at them and you sit for the next ten minutes wanting to explain yourself. “I swear I’m not a monster!”

What had she thought as she caught me? Offended, violated, sexually pursued? My intention was none of these, I merely liked her shoes, but who knows what the individual is able to imagine when they’re left to their own devices.

I realised I was already running late as I got off the train, but my pursuit for sunglasses encouraged me not to turn back. Uni’s important, but I can be late for sunglasses. I hurried through the Rocks, passing Circular Quay without stopping for a coffee…

This Morning

This morning i realised i had wasted away the goddamn holidays once again. Though not so much this time. I also realised why i was so excited last semester when i handed in my last assignment and it was time to revel in the nothingness of holidays. In my heirachy of favourite holiday fun it goes like this; sleeping in, putting time into good breakfasts, and sun baking if weather permits (which it usually does not). This morning i could not enjoy any of the above activities, though i did get excited over the imminent train ride where i could once again rekindle my friendship with reading. My book is marvelous! So here we sit now in a computer lab writing away, pen to paper, which is always awkward when there is a keyboard infront of you and trying to make sense of the morning that was the 9th of August 2007. We will then type it all up. I cant even quite work out of it is Thursday or Friday, you tend to get into the habit of the dateless day when your on holidays. I'm actually quite sure its Thursday, its got to be. But ill have that Friday thought at least another ten times today. Its always like that.

This Morning

This morning I woke to the charming buzz of my phone alarm, bright and early, with nary a care in the world.

Two hours later, having realised mid-dream I was meant to be at uni, I rolled out of bed in a tangle of blankets and sheets.

Breakfast was a pleasant affair, consisting of fresh fruit preserve spread graciously across crusty toast, with dandy-lions overlooking the process from a vase.

After accidentally falling asleep in the shower, a mad scramble to the bus stop proved to be a fruitless exercise, with the bus a solid 20 minutes late.

This Morning

... i lay in bed contemplating whether or not i should get up early and save myself some time for breakfast or if i should salvage my lying in bed doing nothing time and enjoy those few moments of being both half awake and half asleep. i had decided to go with option b . i remained in my cosy bed running over my day plan. i would venture into uni, have lunch with a friend and then make my way to work. good times ahead...
i boarded the train at approximately 9.12am, hoping that i would be able to get a seat. my hopes never eventuated. i stood just in front of the door and continued to stand as the mob of people began to pack their way in. it was horrible. strangers pressed themselves against me, some obviously not having heard of the wonderous tool called a toothbrush.

This Morning

Stardate 090807- This morning as I somehow got out of my bed, I noted how there was a man with pointy ears gazing intently at my muscular 70’s physique .

“Spock. You were watching me sleep again.”
“No sir, I was… merely coming in to wake you.”

Wearily I moved past the creepy alien, somewhat unable to believe his statement, I couldn’t help but notice the half empty popcorn container and large soda that he was still clutching.

Mental note #34506 – Lock the door upon retiring for the night.

I showered quickly and after being handed a towel from my pointy eared companion who allegedly did not realise I was in the showering cubicle even though he was standing waiting for me with a fresh towel in hand.

Mental note #34507 – Lock the door upon entering the shower room.

Now dry, shaven, perfumed and manicured I confidently opened my wardrobe to get one of my many stylish and never out-of-date insignia uniforms, only to be surprised by a weird alien, looking at me with surprise and stupor, one nostril still attached to the groin area of yesterday’s stylish and never out-of-date uniform.

Mental note #34508 – This alien is #*#@!* creepy.

This morning...

This morning I meant to get up at about 8am so I could have a nice, relaxing morning before uni (I was even planning on a run on the treadmill). Instead, I hit my snooze button four times and ended up getting up with 20mins until my bus was due to arrive.

My relaxing morning had turned into a mad dash to make sure I had my uni stuff, my work stuff and to make sure I packed some lunch. I then had to choose an outfit, do my make-up, do my hair and pack my bag. By some pure miracle I managed to do all this and make my bus! All in 20mins. Maybe I should write to Guiness World Records.

Once at uni I went and got my morning coffee (the coffee that assists me to interact with other human beings), I then proceeded to go to our writing in new media class where I found my friend bec there already- and the gossip hasn’t stopped since then.

This Morning

This morning hates me.

My alarm clock exploded, waking me up in the process. How annoying. Alarm clocks aren't supposed to explode. So I collect the pieces and put them in a box to remind myself that I hate technology and then proceed with my usual routine.

Radio.

I turn it on because I need some noise to stir the deathly quiet and I can’t seem to function in the morning without music. It’s ironic because these days music is technology. My bad luck with technology ensues however and there is no music to be heard. Only the sound of annoying radio hosts muttering about total crap.

Except for one station that I rarely listen to but I hate the song. Then the music stops and it’s that damn Kyle character marveling at a woman with no uterus. He finds it weird that this woman is unlucky in love because according to his logic; doesn’t EVERY guy want a chick with no uterus?

This morning’s conclusion: Kylie is a bloody moron.

This Morning

This morning I couldn’t wake up. I heard the alarm blaring next to my ear but I ignored it. I stuffed my pillow over my head, trying to block the light.
“Five more minutes” I thought.
“Five more minutes then I’ll wake up.”
My cat lay at the end of the bed. His big, fluffy body warmed my feet, making it even more tempting to stay in bed.
“Come on! Get up or I’m not giving you a lift.” Dad yelled from the kitchen. I closed my eyes tightly and pushed the pillow closer to my head. Five minutes was all I wanted. Finally giving in I jumped out of bed. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light. My blinds had been drawn, probably in an attempt to wake me up. I stumbled down the hallway towards the bathroom, my hair knotty and disheveled and my eyes half closed.

After a long shower and I had gobbled my breakfast I sat in the car waiting for Dad. Young children bounced past on their way to school. A man jogged energetically down the street. My neighbour waved as she got into her car. I looked at my watch. I was late. I sighed and looked towards the front door, there was no sign of Dad. I've always hated mornings.

This Morning!!

This morning I woke up the sound of laughing. Who was laughing at me? I felt the stabbing pain of an object sticking in the small of my back. Damn remote. It was then that I realised... I don’t have a TV in my room anymore! What the….? I was on the living room sofa. But… I had a blanket scrunched into a ball beside me so I knew that there must be some logic to this most unusual of mid-week mornings.

The drinking, the celebrating, the “wooooooo, congratulations Dom, now you can drive us everywhere”’s all flooded back to me. Dom, a man of 22 years of age, and a good friend who never had the curse of the “designated driver” had finally attained his Provisional 1 license!!!

So amidst all the congratulatory drinks, in which, Ironically, Dom did not partake as he was… the Deso~, I was driven home in a state of euphoric delight purely driven by the fact that I was not a driver but a well deserved passenger who well deservedly needed a good ride home.

So through the door I went, through the hallway through the kitchen to the sofa. I think… or was it? Funny that because my face was fresh and my teeth were brushed… yet the recollection of this is lost in the sea of my dying brain… brain cells diminishing as we speak… write… read… BLOG!

This Morning

This morning i turned over to the ringing of my alarm. i couldn't understand why it said 8:35. i was pretty sure i set it to 7:05. i know i did or maybe i didn't and i really did set it to 8:05. it didn't matter, all i wanted to who is why i had to get up so soon after going to bed. i met my mum in the bathroom. we were talking about wok and why i was so late. i told her i wasn't going and she looked at me disapprovingly.
i have uni, i said.
and she said something about, ' i think they're going to offer...' and then she cut off, occupied with brushing her hair. mum never just says things if they didn't mean anything.
she knows something about work.
she always knows.
she was to say that i'm going to get transferred, but i'm not supposed to know yet.
or that they'll make me permanent
or i'm getting let go.
i don't know now.

This Morning

This morning started again with the runny nose saliva spewing I've come to know so well in the past few weeks. Stumbling from my bed to be greeted with the dizzy cold that is my house at 8 a.m., I took a moment to lament the loss of early morning coffee that my stomach ulcer has seen fit to strip from my routine, and headed to the hot cold shower and hopefully an all too natural feeling of awake.

We all get ready so let's skip that crap and move to the bus trip to uni. I hate it, you hate it, we're agreed at least on that. Let's just say it was another morning of people too lazy or just too inconsiderate, too unaware, to move up the back so that the bottleneck falling over frontward mass can grab a hold of one of those pretty yellow bars.

This morning...

...I didn't hear my alarm go off. I woke up ten minutes before my ride left so I had to rush. Problem was, I couldn't move very fast even if I wanted to (which when you think about it, isn't always guaranteed). Quite simply, it hurt too much to move. I've never been this bruised in my life, even my ribcage is suffering. What I won't do for a few hours' worth of entertainment. Insane. Anyway, I managed to run out of the house, shoes in hand. Sadly, this is not really an unusual sight where I'm concerned. My sluggishness didn't matter all that much in the greater scheme of things because, as it turned out, the M5 was at a complete standstill. I barely made it in time to catch a bus. A blissfully empty bus. Everyone must have been running late. The lack of people made the trip go a lot quicker than usual, giving me just enough time for a trip to Starbucks. Being a caffeine junkie is a completely unforgiving way of life.

This morning...

... I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to stay curled up beneath the doona and go back to sleep. Sleep is where you don't have to deal with the stress of uni and work and life in general.

Sleep is also the reason why I'm not getting too much done. I didn't feel like leaving the house. I wanted to catch up on a few assignments before the weekend. But if I had stayed at home, I would have just spent the day watching Sex & the City re-runs on cable and eating cake...

This Morning.

This morning I woke up dreaming of my ex-girlfriend’s leg, and a car, and a few bits from movies I’d seen, and a basketball game where I could handle the ball like a god but not shoot. My alarm wasn’t going off, my flatmate’s was and I heard him stir in the big and vaguely smelly room that used to be ours but was now the room next door.

I rolled over, cuddled the surrogate pillow and went back to dreaming about the joint of her leg.

firstly...

Here we are at our class blog for WNM 07. You'll all be posting here, starting with your first collab hypertext...this morning.