Confessions

Marble Springs 2.0 screenshot of Confessions

What we know

A more-or-less hidden page on Marble Springs 2.0.

Notes from somewhere else

I didn't write Marble Springs for any sort of audience or interaction whatsoever. The secretive patterns, stories, and difficult interface make this somewhat obvious. 

I created and lived in Marble Springs primarily to keep my sanity while I was going through a few difficult times. I wanted a refuge where my soul could run to anytime it needed to, so I created Marble Springs from a pastime of research¹ and populated my town with figments who could comfort me in the very depths of their being. In a dark, knowing way, it was the women of Marble Springs who took me in and understood my outbursts. So I never really bothered with the men.

While I grew up, I saw the soul-destruction of those around me who had no refuge. Their recourse from an angry reality mainly consisted of flights into mind-numbing drugs or apathy. I thought then, well, the only thing I have to share is my little world. And I can only provide it through a very clunky and probably useless interface (let's face it, if you have enough wherewithal to read and to use a computer, you don't need the world I'm offering.) So I filled my space with secrets and then offered them up in the hopes that others could to take this and shape it for their own places of refuge. I provided a chance to change the writing for those patient enough and wise enough in the ways of computers.

I never meant to make this easy. 

Footnotes

1. In those days, you didn’t go online and surf. You actually got dressed and went into the Denver Historical Society or across the street to the Western History Collection in the Denver Public Library, donned white cotton gloves, and handled fragile paper.

Connections

Portal

Sources

A drawing of some olives, hanging from the lower right edge of the card field border.  
Prologue

Portal for secret connections