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– photo by Mitch Waxman

A specialized filter for my camera lens arrived one day, in the mail. I had not ordered the thing, but beggars cannot be choosers- as is oft repeated by area wags- and the optic element was attached. Happily enough, your humble narrator went about his tasks and recorded a few hundred images over the course of a few days whilst moving about the Megaloloplis.

When one emptied the memory card of the camera, loosing a flood of images onto the hard drive of my trusty computer, a phantasmagoric cavalcade of horror was unleashed. In “the field” these odd… they must be some sort of digital artifacts… lets just call them artifacts… artifacts were not displayed upon the preview screen of the camera nor were they detectable by any of the normal compliment of human senses.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Seeking to track down who sent me this bizarre optic, your humble narrator soon found himself in the back of a mobile phone franchise storefront, on Main Street in Flushing, arguing with an aged woman via the proxy and translations of her American born grandson. The old woman informed me that the package I had received, whose shipping address resolved back to the very shop she owned, was a complete mystery to her and that I should stop wasting her time and go find a job.

More than once, I thought that I spotted a young girl moving around behind the curtain separating the back room from the sales and service counters. It was an intuition, more than anything else, but I did hear a strange sort of clicking or gurgling back there and water was pooling on the floor. The girl was likely mopping up a flood and cursing under her breath, thought I.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Does this seemingly wholesome and quite utilitarian seeming lens filter have some coating or innate quality which allows it to discern the intangible, allowing the camera to record that occluded and squirming truth which is the true reality around us? Who sent this anonymous and possibly eldritch amulet to my home, and why?

In the week or so that these images have been festering on my hard drive, odd things have been happening around HQ. Sleep may never come easily again, as my computer has begun to randomly play early 1990’s modem sounds, and… sometimes the compositions in these images will appear change- entirely of their own accord. The shot above, for instance, is far more toothsome than when originally captured. Lets just call them… artifacts…

And if you believe anything like this fancily illustrated tall tale, especially on April 1, I’ve got this to sell you.

Written by Mitch Waxman

April 1, 2013 at 12:22 am

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