Otter Chaos

Hello.  I’m Otter.  I am the curator of this museum.  Here, we feature creatures lovely and strange, twisted and unusual.  A rare glimpse into some of the sadder ways our world is evolving.

What would it look like if the discarded toys in the landfill recombined into new forms and went to live in places abandoned by humans.  Places like Chernobyl or Centralia, PA.  Places we ruined and had to leave.

I know.  Because I just happen to live in Pennsylvania, not very far from Centralia, and have opened this museum to showcase some of the specimens I have found on my expeditions into that area.  It’s not entirely safe there, especially at night, but this is where the dolls live, patiently waiting for us to ruin the rest of the world and die off.

I think they are pleased with our progress.

The Dolls

Most of the dolls here don’t have much energy left in them.  Naturally, its easier for me to find and obtain the ones that are, shall we say, weaker.  Do be advised though, a few still have some power, and if you should purchase one of those, keeping it in a locked cupboard is advisable, although you may still experience some disturbing dreams.

I should also point out that while I have given the dolls names, simply in order to differentiate them, I have not been able to determine if they have names for themselves, or in referring to one another.  My research has led me to believe that they are more like a collective, somewhat like an ant colony, and that individuality is a foreign concept to them.

“Painted on is such a smile, you loved me for a little while

even though you soon outgrew, something that you never knew

inside me is an empty space, but something has to take its place

disdain you didn’t give a thought, I’m coming home with what you taught”

OTTER CHAOS • CURATOR