#dark museum

[madvertiz0r]

[asktheyume2kkiworlds]

Say hello to the eighth member of this gaggle of goofballs, Dark Museum (They/Them)!! Quiet and reserved, they very much prefer to be by themselves in darker environments. However, being Geometry World's direct neighbor, living quietly can be quite the task...

They aren't one for fun and games, often coming off as cold or distant to anybody they find distaste in. If you so happen to pique their interest however, chances are you'll have your ears talked off about all of the many artifacts and items they keep around the place, as well as other various nerdy topics.

[darkmuseum]

True, Gothic castles are, by definition, outmoded. But at the same time, and no doubt for that very reason, their architecture of excess houses the sutured dreams, shadowy ossuaries, that disclose the muffled zones of human experience, granting access to hallucinatory knowledge.

María Negroni, Dark Museum.

[bluebeardsbride-archive]

“Nemo. The name means Nobody— just as Ulysses designated himself when Polyhemus asked him who he was. He wanted to establish, perhaps, that he was a traveler, something like a hero of the ancient, an Argonaut willing to face the trials that dispossession lay before him. Because Nemo is also an anagram, Omen: all the doom encrypted in presages of humanity.”

— María Negroni, from Dark Museum (tr. Michelle Gil-Montero)

[bluebeardsbride-archive]

In the night within, melancholy is a second, ghostly sky.

María Negroni, from Dark Museum (tr. Michelle Gil-Montero)

[darkmuseum]

And so, along with the peril of exile and the attempt to erect a human house between Nothingness and the Absolute, the Gothic castle shuts off a black center of gravity from the world, only to open it to the interior night; in this sense, it identifies with poetry, or better, it is its lyrical coming-to-be, twisted into a question. Its spectacular insubordination before the literal allows it to dismantle the order of principles (i.e., the subject and the will) and to plot out an interrogative terrain within in the realm of experience, objects, and sensibility, conquering the emptiness that both establishes and negates the unthinkable.

María Negroni, Dark Museum.

[darkmuseum]

It's a matter of knowing where to look. Or maybe of hearing the susurration of her breath. Because the alien is a pre-verbal mother. Silence that utters atrocious, fascinating things. Pure music that precedes signs and displays itself in a scenography of drivel, bodily fluids, secretions as the promise of a return to a terrifying (desired) fusion, to that undifferentiated unity before the limits and demarcations of antiseptic reason and the amputations of moral Protestantism.

María Negroni, Dark Museum.

[sedentarydreams]