Frustration and memory
The voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask desired a cookie. A certain type of cookie, a specific cookie, but it is so difficult to pin down exacly which cookie. It is like scrolling through a hours of Reals and knowing that one of the Reals seen earlier was the cookie, or was it the recipe for the cookie, or was it a beautiful picture of the cookie. But that Real is now history, it is a memory, an unstable memory.
The voluptous naked woman with the FOX mask realises the problem with memories in this strange place, this House of Masks, is the memories are unstable. The memories exist in the mind but they do not build up to a past. No visitor to the House of Masks has any history once they have stepped in the door. There is only the present in the House of Masks. But in the present a person can remember something, but that memory is not part of a chain, it does not have a precedent, it does not have a consequence, it is just a feeling.
The voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask is now remembering baking cookies, a tray of cookies on the rack, a tray of cookies in the oven, a tray of cookies in the fridge awaiting baking. There is a joy of baking the perfect cookie, and the memory of thinking that these will always be the cookies to remember when things get tough. These are the cookies... but like scrolling onto the next real the memory of the perfect cookie floats away.
The voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask feels a flash flood of anger. It is an anger about food but an unattached anger, what food, what unfairness?
The tannoy crackles: LAST CALL. TAKE YOUR PLACES PLEASE AS THE FOX AND THE CRANE IS ABOUT TO BEGIN.
The voluptuous naked woman with the FOX mask is no longer angry, just discontent. Not a strong enough feeling to boycott the last call.
FOX
FOX has an uncanny sense of the order of things. If you asked, FOX would say it...
