oh, one more thing.
the physical office is closed for now, but the case continues…
I received a delivery notice when I came to the office this morning, so as soon as I got the chance I went and picked it up. No return address, no name, but the postmark does reveal some clues. This was unexpected, so I was eager to see what I received. After bringing it back to the office I took a closer look.
I believe these are post office markings
Nicaraguan cigars, a personal favourite. Is this from someone close to me?
The seals are broken, so no not likely cigars. Parcel bomb perhaps? Am I parcel bombable? I’ve only had a physical address for a couple of weeks.
It appears to be a stamp or seal. Greenwood, BC. Apparently, the smallest city in Canada. 
I suspect this is the main drive of this parcel. An exquisite corpse writing project. I’ve talked to a few people about the corpse since starting the office a few years ago. Particularly it’s beginnings as a written project and poetic in nature. Recent conversations with a couple of writers lead me to more early surrealist writings, which in turn lead to Maldorer by Comte de Lautreamont. Not necessarily a Surrealist writing, but an early French poetic writing influential among the Dadaists and Surrealists. It is Comte de Lautreamont’s only published writing as he died young. I recommend giving it a read even if not in it’s entirety, it is full of incredible imagery. I have a hunch on who sent this package my way, so I’m off to interrogate suspects.
Happy corpse all by herself. So… I had some mysterious guests the other night at the office and we had a great evening of drawing. One of the resulting corpses ended up being a one person show, I’m guessing because the rest of us were too slow.
office of surrealist investigations 