Secret Says

When we ‘express’ something using words, doing so is not a matter of preserving a static idea of the thing itself. Words divide the landscape of things, replacing and reassembling them. Words possess substance. Some are driven in one direction, made up of characters of uniform width. Some form images as collections of symbols. Others are voiced and vibrate the air. When I think about why a depicted thing remains constant without dissolving into the materiality of words, I consider that perhaps it actually is dissolving. The thing exists while partially dissolved, and the image it forms is always unstable. Secret Says is a small game that contains within it a trembling and unstable narrative.