What makes the experience of that flat clean Nobody’s Mask super interesting and super weird is that our brain reacts to it in the same way it reacts to seeing a rattlesnake up on the Bruce Peninsula or a glowing pure white Amanita virosa (aka “The Destroying Angel”): Steer clear because they just might kill mesays our reptile brain. Little baby-blue kites of death fluttering underfoot. The ones that are working 24-7 to save us. Since April of 2020 we have been collecting those used disposable COVID-19 masks from the urban environment we move through. In our case, mostly The Ward and downtown Guelph. Hundreds and hundreds of them were sitting quietly in brown paper bags in our sideyards. Why did we reach for them, carry them away with us, wherever we were going?

Why did we interrupt our motion, or let that blue interrupt our motion?