Labels: Minimal Resource Manipulation
Review by: Alex Deller
A number of pale, ghostly children are in the rumpus room. They are quiet, mild-mannered and very well-behaved. One is bouncing a small wooden ball leisurely on a tightly-stretched tambourine skin. A pair are in the corner where the sun shines in, playing air hockey and smiling somewhat wanly as the puck scooooshhhhhes between them. One is humming quietly to itself and clicking slender fingers in time to a tune that only it can hear. The last is sitting glassy-eyed and cross-legged in front of a large colour television, imagining it is one with the Arkanoid paddle and trying desperately to beat a high score that has now stood for some two weeks or so. Things are hushed and calm, but there is nevertheless a subtle sense of industriousness about proceedings that suggests a deeper knowing lingering just beneath the surface. Without a whisper passing between them, each pair of eyes is on you and it’s all of a sudden time to leave. Quickly now, and with the door firmly closed behind you.