Charlotte with the locks of golden curling C's has stumbled into high seas. But why high seas? Not low seas or diagonal seas?
Well, it could have been. I suppose that's the uncanny thing. It was some kind of melting space that first felt familiar. I knew where it was, what it was, who I was. Then all of a sudden I didn't. Oh I see. Well you clearly entered The Uncanny Valley. Won't you join her?
Here disconnect and dissonance begins in a tale of human like replicants, glass eyes and disquieting doubles. A world of recognisable alienation or should that be alienating self recognition? Dine on the glowing sphere of lychee spaghetti and soak in talismanic goblets of nebulous ambiguity. But how to discover such happenings?
Well like charity, The Uncanny begins at home (and in paper pastiche).