Tales from The Museum of Mind Manipulation
The first time we heard of Sulphur Rumenum it was only a whisper, an evil, little malicious rumour, which suggested that the Museum of Mind Manipulation had been discovered after all. We began our search at once, sent out queries and letters and then, just last month, our plea for an audience at the museum was granted.
We spoke with Sulphur at length, and discovered that he took enormous pleasure walking about the catacombs of the museum listening to the artifacts whisper their stories.
We asked Sulphur how long he had been the curator of the MMM. He replied that he’d rather lost track of the years. He recalled his previous tenure as professor of epistemology at Oxford. He wasn’t sure of the year exactly but made a reference to the St. Scholastica riot as the turning point in his career path, by which time he had gathered enough curios to begin cataloguing full time.
We asked to be allowed around the museum…in the name of professional research.
He answered that, whilst professional research is all well and good, walking around the museum is a task which requires a subtle sensitivity and tremendous inner mind control.
After much diplomatic bargaining, (and a small amount of pleading), we were allowed to visit one of the least dangerous parts of the museum – the Transgressor Guidance Circuit Control Bank.
We must say that, while the terminology he used was a bit recondite, we have developed a deeper understanding and a deep fondness for Sulphur Rumenum.
Our camera managed to capture a few images before it mysteriously stopped working.
We did everything possible to repair the camera and worried about not being able to bring the images to you, dear friend.
Sulphur proceeded on through the Control Bank not noticing our camera predicament.
He conducted us to the exit, thanked us for the visit and asked us to come and see him again at some point in the future.
Then he looked at our poor non-functioning camera, smiled his half smile and reminded us not to worry as these things tended to sort themselves out…
We thanked him and, clutching the museum map, we stepped out into the light without any apparent side effects.
Miraculously, our camera began to work again and we found that we had recorded four files which we are proud to share with you:
And now, as we recall our inner transgressor, we must allow ourselves an evil Machiavellian smirk…quite out of character…err…we may have been slightly affected…
Art: An old circuit board plus found objects built into the back side of a deep square canvas (making it function like a drawer) painted black. A little Photoshop manipulation of Dr Frank’s circuit board to make electricity flow around it.