Notes from the in-person session in Casino for Social Medicine (April, 2026)
Activity 2: CVs
Figure, the Mutant: I am one who visits people in lucid dreams. The dreams are so close to reality that they confuse. I carry the remnants of the days’, the months’, the years’ memories as well as all the stories I’ve encountered. I overflow with images, confuse boundaries between dreams, realities, and identities. I exist at once in the first and third person.
Pebble, the Migrant:I am a pebble that, at times, get stuck between small crevices. But with some luck – good or bad – I roll through the soil, the pavement, the mountains and the oceans, depending on the direction of the shoe that encounters me, the strength of the wind or the bird that picks me up by its beak. My power lies in letting the chaos of the world pick me up.
Snotty Girl, the Sick Girl: I am only seven but I’ve lived through the world seven times and now I have come to rest in the constant floodings and jitters of the body. I no longer push or propel the boat towards a certain direction. I let my snot fill the pond I swim in and I am content venturing out in my evergrowing pond of snot until it leads me to the stream that connects me to the oceans.
Activity 3
Prompt: Protest
Snotty Girl’s Snotty Protest
I don’t have many tools but I have my snot, which, by the way, can be produced bountifully almost on demand, as the glands and hormones that produce it have gained super powers via the microplastic and the industrial dust omnipresent in the atmosphere. Also, the constant force put upon the nervous system by algorithms showcasing what to eat, what to buy, how to look, how to carry oneself, etc., provides me with enormous power.
I also have a magical little pebble which I mistakenly kicked on my way home, as I was unaware due to the little box I hold tightly in my hands that shines fluorescent light on my face, keeping me awake through the morning sun. I felt horrible for kicking the little pebble that I promised that it would be my forever guide.
In my dreams, I encountered a Figure, transparent, but so full. I didn’t know what it was but since then, I was able to truly trust in the aliveness of the Pebble which guided me to the fronts of the new data center.
The constant humming of the data center and the chemicals that were released unfortunately* activated my glands that I was snotting, snotting, and snotting.
My snot incised through the horizontal and black lines that contain orderings of numbers. I produced enough snot to cover the entire grounds of the center until, at once, the humming stopped! Also, the surface of my little box suddenly went blank, and I found no more use for it, so I chucked it away on my way back home with Figure and Pebble.
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