Now that Incognita and her staff have finally shifted every last thing in Museum of Dust, Cog can apply herself to deciding where everything will go and how everything will be displayed. Inky pretends he is dead. This tactic has often worked for his species in the past.
Studly frequently comments (to himself, naturally) that this simply reflects Cog’s belief that she IS the centre of the universe. He can’t imagine why she would need an imaginary friend when she has him.
Perhaps she was worrying unnecessarily, but Incognita was terribly afraid of losing Inky-Blinky. He is her friend, her confidante, her Minister of Defense. She would be lost without him. It wasn’t that Cog hasn’t TRIED to make new friends in the past… and perhaps it was just that she hasn’t found the right crowd. Other people are a mystery… In moments of self-doubt and uncertainty, Cog likes to turn to her favorite comedy poet, T.S Eliot… “What is hell? Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.” He always puts a smile back on her face.
...but she continued to stubbornly refuse to accept the reality. Studly wisely left her to it. The constellations partied on.
All that could be heard was the tiny grinding sound of dreams crumbling… off-set the sharp staccatos of hopes being dashed and the almost inaudible pitch of innocence being murdered.
Cog completely agreed with Inky that there was absolutely no need to see who it was.
“Well” Incognita thought to herself, “What else can they expect? It’s not my fault if no one tells me anything.” “Besides which, it was like that when I got here.” “Really.”
The Museum of Dust is completely, if inconstantly, surrounded by impenetrable forest. In places it comes right up to the building and scrapes and scratches on the windows. Wind and moonlight send monstrous shadows capering and cavorting across Cog’s bedroom wall. They seem to know all her secrets.
Many people have commented that they only see the ‘public’ Incognita, so here’s a glimpse of some of the private things that are important to her. Cog may not be a social butterfly, but her friends are the ceentre of her world. /
Just in case you’d like to drop by to view the collections at the Museum of Dust or merely to say ‘hello’, I have posted the most recent, inclusive and accurate map to Terra Incognita and its immediate environs.
What, really, is the point of hide-and-seek, Studley often thinks to himself, if Cog is always going to hide in the same place.
(Re)introducing Museum of Dust’s Minister of Defense, weapons’ designer, sponge-cat wrangler and the closest thing that Incognita has to a confidante. She sometimes forgets that he is a collector in his own right.
Incognita’s approach to industrial relations leaves more than a little to be desired. She has no other relations… which is a relief, she says, because they would be nothing but trouble.
If she didn’t drink, she was too shy to say anything to anyone. If she did, those she talked to soon found reasons to be somewhere else. Thanks Mr Archimboldo for the animal and fish portrait figures…
acrylic on canvas
Finally, Incognita had found a belief system that really worked for her. Perhaps it was an Xmas epiphany… but Studly thinks it more likely that it was something she ate…
Cog liked to think of herself as someone who relished a challenge… but this was going too far. Someone would have to pay… but she had a sinking feeling that it was going to be her.
Incognita wondered why it had all gone so wrong. Perhaps, she reflected, it was timee to move. Perhaps to another planet.
Incognita’s involuntary incarceration in the Oubliette had left her decidedly fractious. Acearn’s fabulous image of the raven Acearn is, without doubt, one of the finest animal photographers on rb. I was forced to take liberties with the original—but please be reassured that no animals were harmed in the process.
After several hundred years of work experience, you’d think Cog would have learned by now…
Incognita prides herself on her honesty. Most other people describe her as tactless, undiplomatic, or just plain rude.
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