Alex Calderwood

alex calderwood

The Itself

November 14, 2023 art games ongoing project

The Itself is a (work in progress) game developed while searching for word production strategies for my ‘narrative instrument’ Nonsynth.

The project is borne of my failure to find a writing game that gives player actions that closely correspond to the creative decisions that poets and writers actually face. These are problems of diction, imagery, and form, which are all present in the game.

I hope to release the game on itch.io as a pdf, taking inspiration from Everest Pipkin’s remarkable storytelling game, The Ground Itself.

Everest Pipkin's The Ground Itself

Nonsynth

Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole. Lines and colors made with earth on earth may hold knowledge in them. All knowledge is local, all truth is partial, Havzhiva said with an easy, colloquial dignity that he knew was an imitation of his mother, the Heir of the Sun, talking to foreign merchants. No truth can make another truth untrue. All knowledge is a part of the whole knowledge. A true line, a true color. Once you have seen the larger patttern, you cannot go back to seeing the part as the whole.