To ants a golf course must seem like the #backrooms.
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To ants a golf course must seem like the #backrooms. An alien landscape that imitates a forest or glade, but strangely repetitive, devoid of other living things.
If we think about the alienation and confusion of the ant on a golf course we can understand what the backrooms might be. You see grass and trees. You think it's an environment you know. (You see rooms, you see electric lights) The backrooms are just a game-board for minds with aims beyond our own.
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To ants a golf course must seem like the #backrooms. An alien landscape that imitates a forest or glade, but strangely repetitive, devoid of other living things.
If we think about the alienation and confusion of the ant on a golf course we can understand what the backrooms might be. You see grass and trees. You think it's an environment you know. (You see rooms, you see electric lights) The backrooms are just a game-board for minds with aims beyond our own.
"It was like the meadow but...There were no aphids, no other colonies, and just the same kind of grass ... forever."
"It couldn't have gone on forever."
"I think it did. And something had been nibbling at the grass... it was all the EXACT same hight. Something big and precise. I've never seen grass eaten like that."
"That is scary."
"And then I suddenly came to... I guess a riverbank? But there was no river. Just sand. But no plants, no ant nests. It was smooth and empty as far as I could see." -
To ants a golf course must seem like the #backrooms. An alien landscape that imitates a forest or glade, but strangely repetitive, devoid of other living things.
If we think about the alienation and confusion of the ant on a golf course we can understand what the backrooms might be. You see grass and trees. You think it's an environment you know. (You see rooms, you see electric lights) The backrooms are just a game-board for minds with aims beyond our own.
The essential horror of the #backrooms is the horror of scale. The mundane becomes grotesque when we're forced to confront it alone. Not one empty room, but millions. Not a few dozen cubicles, but a cubical farm that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Through specialization, automation we create these monstrosities.
One of my favorite "levels" simply contains billions beer cozies in bubble packs. None of the labels legible. Every one is different.
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The essential horror of the #backrooms is the horror of scale. The mundane becomes grotesque when we're forced to confront it alone. Not one empty room, but millions. Not a few dozen cubicles, but a cubical farm that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Through specialization, automation we create these monstrosities.
One of my favorite "levels" simply contains billions beer cozies in bubble packs. None of the labels legible. Every one is different.
@futurebird did you ever read House of Leaves?
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@futurebird did you ever read House of Leaves?
I know of it. Isn't it one of those kind of impossible to read books?
But if it deals with this kind of horror I might be curious?
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The essential horror of the #backrooms is the horror of scale. The mundane becomes grotesque when we're forced to confront it alone. Not one empty room, but millions. Not a few dozen cubicles, but a cubical farm that stretches as far as the eye can see.
Through specialization, automation we create these monstrosities.
One of my favorite "levels" simply contains billions beer cozies in bubble packs. None of the labels legible. Every one is different.
@futurebird some time ago I heard a podcast episode on army worms, the fall army worm and the true army worm, two different kinds of caterpillars which feed on grass and reproduce (as moths) in huge numbers thanks to golf courses and suburban lawns. Having spent nearly all my life west of the Rockies, I've never seen them, but I heard they're a "menace"* in the southeast usa, and in bad years can spread as far north as New York and Toronto. (*I hate lawns and root for the caterpillars.)
