a strange inauguration

By the morning of January 20th, 1969, the moon landing is a bygone memory, and the nations have once again started to sink their teeth into themselves. The skies and their trajectories are no more clear than they were twenty-five years earlier, but the oil has not yet started to burn. Within a city sprawling and stained, the yet-bomb-hollowed balcony of a fifteen-story commercial tower overlooks the factory district in all its rusted glory. A bell rings out in the mud-yards below, and the day shift trudges into place. With their round mouths tar-stained and dripping, the smokestacks that surround the tower begin their steady plastic billow.

but, are you sure you haven't seen this before?

And with one claw curled around the metal of the tower-rails, the blue and striped and twining condroni1 raises its head, and there is no sight or sound or sonar chirp that escapes its flat, fake eyes' perception.


The world spins, and this first stranger in over six hundred years2 listens in silence to the teary-eyed dramas, and the play-by-play sports broadcasts, and the newscasters who cannot hide the tremble in their voices.

In the later work, Primer, our author describes the condroni as a "blue and black stranger covered in hundreds of eye markings ... (which monitors its kingdom from) the tops of skyscrapers and other tall buildings of above fifty feet in height. The condroni and the imminent ladroni are the only two strangers which appear in 100% of infestations, (with the condroni's role being) to absorb, mutate, degrade, and retransmit waves which pass through it."
Though a presumed precursor to the modern day infestation, this "Black Death" era is given little direct attention. Instead, it is the poems, isolated quotes, and one-off spaces sprinkled throughout the text that form the basis for knowledge of this era, with only occasional and oblique allusions to an even earlier, mesoamerican infestation.
"We are standing here tonight to report a possible situation on the border."

These waves and all other frequencies pass through the stranger's brain. And halfway across the city, in a row of houses dimmed by billboard-shade and lit by fluorescent flicker glow, the anchor's words crackle out through tube TV,

"We are standing here tonight to resort to a possible situation at the border."

The audience stands by, none the wiser for the shift.

Deep deep down beneath the dead pipes and the rail-yard runoff dirt, long, yellow fingers push through a crack in one of hundreds of bricked-off corridor walls. The slick wet fingertips trace floppy trails across the scrapped subway tunnel's floor, then settle on the paint-emblazoned sides of a long-dead train. The bile-sticky print is not enough to sear off the paint; but still, it seeps in.

doesn't it feel good?
or does it feel bad?

The ladroni3 blubbers and churns, and as it writhes, it laughs, and what spills out its mouth soaks up stomach-deep through the floors above. And so shuffling onto station platforms and through clogged walkways, the day's commuters taste the filth-monger's bile but swallow it down without question.

The ladroni, or "filth-monger", is described in Primer as a stranger "characterized by its noodle-like arms, rubbery body, and its eye markings which appear to be crying blood. It appears in enclosed underground spaces, (where its bile corrodes its chamber as it sings to high above the watcher's praises.)"

And so in the space between smoke and rust, the infestation waits, ready-lipped. It progresses at first with timid hesitance, several weeks elapsing before the garish haledroni makes its appearance, its knees scratched up on car wreck twists. It shakes as it grabs at side of the road doll-parts; it leaves its trail bloody.

Less than ten days later, the pale buledroni splashes its palms against a fountain-water surface that reflects the night-yellow clouds, but never the stars. The billfolds and confetti still scatter the streets, and the night sleeps soundly. The sad sad stranger cries and cries, but brings no comfort.

L ➔ R: phlegmatic, sanguine, choleric, melancholic.

With their four humors4 now established, so the infestation unfolds, spreading through the cities of the earth.

The "Black Death" infestation many hundreds of years earlier, though cataclysmic in its own right, never progressed past these first four strains. suggesting some fundamental importance to these dispositions – with other qualifiers (such as class and latin name) used more for aesthetic effect.
above, a posse of tanzidroni wait with swollen skin.
...you're coming, aren't you?

These disparate and strained non-animals live non-lives; they are not living beings. In the gutters and voids they flourish, and grow more abundant each year.

Featuring such strains as the aquatic, harbor-staining adroni (above), Primer is the first of the modules to be released, and for many readers, functions as their introduction to the strains themselves.

Despite the violence with which they impersonate our thoughts and emotions, these strangers remain unseen. Should a human being wander near a stranger's territory, their physical connection to our world becomes disrupted, and the stranger shifts into an ethereal form long before any intersections of the spaces can be observed.

The months and years pass, and in the greater arena of hands and words, treaties are signed, and bomb-planes are hijacked, and the payloads are never recovered. Twitchy-fingered authors pen stories of mazes and minotaurs, and artists mix their paint with glue softener to thin the poison fumes. Drip drip drip goes the trickles of the coming flood, and no one wants to ask why the factories make more mattresses than there are sleepers.

On the night before the morning of August 9th, 1974, the crowds have not yet swarmed the capital, and the first tsinidrinzi staggers jagged-legged towards a dead war monument, establishing it as the fifty-second and final strain to appear in the later (and aforementioned) hypertext work of Strangers: Primer. Yet, though the module will someday draw its fair share of readers, these are not the first audience to the spread.

i am a text box.
i am a text box.
the first sensitives

And so, the first human witnesses are born in darkness and they are stolen in the night.

They are found murdered in stairwells and they are not found at all. They are born to be victims to claws and to hands and to the stare of mesmerizing eyes. They are dissembled like clocks, their ribs and phalanges lined up in clean rows on the empty train station floors. They drown in the oceans that only they know are black, and they hide from sirens that no one else can hear.

They are one in a hundred thousand1, these sensitives 2. It is this sensitivity alone that allows them to see and interact with3strangers, as long as the space is not disrupted4 by the presence of a non-sensitive.

or, 0.001% of the global population.
Though expressing no genetic link, sensitivity appears more common among minorities and outsiders within a population.
Sensitivity varies between individuals. Some perceive strangers as only ghostly apparitions, while others are strong enough to see the menagerie around them with perfect clarity. As well, the age of onset varies. A select few display sensitivity from birth, but most acquire this skill during adolescence or later.
Though much later focus falls upon how the strangers' forms intersect with our physical reality, the outcome of disruptions follows simple rules. It is only enveloped sensitives that remain within the stranger's field when the connection between spaces is disrupted, with this fatal break-off occurring long before any non-sensitive can observe the changeover.
A panel from the Gutters comic series, which imagines the scenes and stories that just might exist both within and beyond the world of Goodbye Strangers.

Though each sensitive believes themselves to be alone, their desire to express their experiences and emotions cannot be muzzled with such ease. Some of them write their journals on loose-leaf paper or leather-bound books, while others record their voices onto dollar store audio cassettes. And charcoal sketches are pressed between the covers and the dust-flaps of the books, and tapes are stacked behind columns of canned milk, and oil paintings face the museum walls.

But for every sensitive who cuts on through the fog and past the teeth, there are still a great many who are cut down before the first word can be expressed, or who die hidden, unmarked in non-graves. And for these next of many decades, they leave behind no record5 of the strangers' existence.

Indeed, it is this absence of concrete detail that serves to launch the later-discovered Shylo Jacobs into a near saint-like significance.
the website's launch

In the summer of 2008, the hypertext art installation most often referred to as Strangers finds its first presence online, when drawings of the condroni, ladroni, and lindroni (among others) are posted on various anonymous image boards. These designs depict cartoonish and surreal zooforms (often with accompanying concepts and world-building notes), and a website is soon launched. The project appears to be a bestiary – or, a collection of creatures – which catalogs and details the various "strains". As the years pass, the website receives continuous (if sporadic) updates and expansions, as well as a number of (oftentimes, years-long) hiatuses, followed by abrupt relaunches.

The sprawling and disjointed project, after many other designations, settles upon the title of Goodbye Strangers. The reader, already given the condroni and ladroni's initial introduction, now demands no further preface to the two "king strains".
oh! oh! oh!
... here they come!

Still, it is not clear whether Goodbye Strangers is an an art project, a precursor to a novel, or an attempt to drum up interest in a line of products. It fails to gain mainstream traction or popularity, with criticism falling on its lack of accessibility, niche appeal, as well as the similarity of the designs themselves. Its intentions remain inscrutable, with little information emerging about the anonymous creator or creators, aside from what is written in the website's changelog or theorized in various online forums.

Strangers: Mosaics is one example of a fan-created module, featuring strangers designed by outside contributors. The Strangers Adoptables Database (or, S.A.D.) sets out to archive designs sold within the once-ubiquitous "adoptables" community.

Though it remains an obscure piece of outsider media, the project does develop a small but dedicated following. Links to Goodbye Strangers are shared on gaming forums, in blog comments, and in the galleries of dozens of amateur art websites. The project spreads through fan-created media, short essays, and third-party content for computer and tabletop games alike.

Groups of peers share it amongst themselves – they envision about their favorite characters as sensitives, or even as strangers, disoriented and dazed in deformed new half-fictions. Imaginative readers create their own answers to the dozens of unanswered questions, while those illustrious few even organize their own fan-modules and branching narrative paths for the project.

And soon enough, the offshoot communities form within the larger fandom, with Strangers: Mosaics and The Strangers Adoptables Database acting as two such hubs for both fan-strains and personal "adoptables", respectively.

Inevitably, the website is also discovered by actual sensitives.

and, bring on the menagerie

Now, we return to the cities. There, the rails grow colder by the day, the red bricks crumble, and the strangers keep coming.

On its surface, Module 2 acts as a rather straightforward continuation of Primer, with the xoridromel being the first of the increasingly abstracted new entries.
Or "zone", as geographical regions tend to be denoted more often than not.

By the time Module 2 is released, the number of strains reaches the hundreds, and infestations can be found within every country1 on earth. Over time, a scattering of insular sensitive communities coalesce, as well. Both online and off, individuals band together and attempt to observe, catalog, and hunt the strains – and ultimately, rationalize and validate their experiences.

( the insensitive quality )
"There is something that enables them to live in fields that diverge from our own; most evidently, spatially, but by proxy, most certainly in terms of their inner worlds, as well. ( ... ) the thing that sets them apart from us ( ... ) some system that regulates both their physical detachment and the depth of their internal qualia. It is this 'insensitive quality' that shows us just how detached strangers are from the human experience; how different from us they are." Maeng, Chihun. personal journal #1, 98

"A stranger's overall health and constitution may be denoted by its stability. Stable strangers are less prone to illness, thrive more readily, and display a uniformity in their behaviours, whereas less stable strangers are shorter-lived, prone to disease and infection, and display a greater degree of erraticism. Stability can also be used to estimate a stranger's lifespan – a stranger with a stability of 35% tends to reach its maximum lifespan 35% of the time." Maeng, Chihun. personal journal #17, 278

For those sensitives who discover it, the Strangers website proves an invaluable resource into the strangers' behaviours and effects, and saves many a sensitive from chancing an encounter with a dangerous strain. It also gives definite names for several of the phenomenon that have shaped the infestation thus far, giving some insight into concepts such as prevalence and stability.

Nonetheless, it cannot be treated as an exhaustive source. Idiosyncrasies, stylizations, as well as outright contradictions add layers of obfuscation. Many strangers are missing minor details, with some lacking description altogether, or used purely for aesthetic effect.

"Current research and analysis suggests that a strain's prevalence denotes the likelihood of their appearance – thus, a strain with a prevalence of 100% appears in 100% of ideal urban environments. Human activity, however, does seem to be a requirement for their generation; a stranger that generates amongst the copses of urban parks never appears in the wilderness, and the strains that thrive in the harbor are unobserved in the open seas." Wurlitzer, Georne. personal notes, #30

"We knew, by this point, that it was not only possible, but highly likely for them to be present one day, and absent the next; even within locked rooms and sealed boxes, they came and went freely. We measured this as their constancy – or, the likelihood that it would be where we left it when we came back. They needed their secrecy, the same as us...we never saw when they left, we never saw when they came back." Muto, Alex. unpublished memoirs

Indeed, instead of acting as a resource for sensitives, the author's intentions appear focused on deconstructing systems of organization and conveying moods and sensations, with the involvement of outside artists, such as Felix Kramer and Carly Sorge, helping to reaffirm the project as something of an abstract, autobiographical work.

Rather than focus solely on the strains (such as the lume, above), The Known Unknowns documents the individual encounters, although its textual content (which exists solely through metadata) leaves out many crucial details.

Though most within the ever-growing fandom are unaware of the strangers' existence as anything outside of a fictional work, there are those readers who do begin to recognize their own sensitivity after reading the website's contents – and others who only believe they possess the trait. So these strays and other runaways slip into the deeper sensitive community, which can no longer escape public notice.

Spurred by a desire to both maintain an insular network, as well as sever their reliance upon a flawed primary work, several independent factions of sensitives construct their own third-party add-ons for the website. Developed by the North Mural sensitive community, The Known Unknowns is one such work. This same group of individuals is also responsible for a later add-on which allowed comments2 to be merged with entries themselves, in the hopes of creating a bulletin board-like resource.3

Because the contents of Goodbye Strangers exist as a collection of many disparate materials, the archival of these "annotated" entries proves frustrating to those within both the fandom and sensitive community who might wish for a more traditional entry. note to self: revise or reconsider approach?
Criminal conspiracies, illicit chemical production, and melodramatic interpersonal tensions lead to the community's eventual breakup.

To the greater public, however, the "sensitives" are a fringe and delusional fanatic group – a stigma that casts the fandom, as a whole, in a largely negative light.

Realizing the increasingly problematic reputation of both the fandom and any publicly known sensitive groups, a small community of sensitive writers, known as the Partisans, recedes further into secrecy.

I'm dirty now.

This group, led by such otherwise well-known authors as Alex Muto and Jealous Fontaine, place veiled allusions towards strangers in their written works in the hopes of subtly shifting mainstream culture – notably, the academics – into a "primed" state for the eventual reveal of the infestation's reality.

"The whole thing is ridiculous. I never even knew about the website until someone showed me this conspiracy. And I never said any of the things they're attributing to me." Jealous Fontaine, in their final interview.

To facilitate this goal, the Partisans formulate their own internal add-on for the website, which embeds fragments of their writing into the page's contents, allowing other sensitive writers and media creators to see which passages reference the strain.

oops. i'm scared now, too. oh no, i'm really, really scared.™

and so much more
can be yours

In this manner, the Partisans display a greater prudence than many other sensitive groups. Having seen the general public's negative response to the implication that strangers might be real, the Partisans' hope is that if enough sensitives within different fields focus on making the reality unavoidable on a subconscious level, it will wash over society in a way that cannot be ignored, and the world will have no choice but to WAKE UP.

but can we hope
for salvation from the flood?

The narrative in Goodbye Strangers tends not to play itself out through overt scenes and linear progressions, but rather, in expositive accounts that lead into more concrete details, events, and characters. This is not to say, however, that a continuous narrative cannot be inferred. By now, many readers know that (regardless of the Black Death and earlier supposed timelines) the story of Goodbye Strangers begins in earnest with the successful launch of the moon landing (and the initial fall of the deadhead spaceman, James Killjoy), and from there, only drifts further from the recognizable.

it's all getting bigger, and moving faster.
And what about Blue and Red Hell, the self-erasing voids that destroy the inner barriers of all dreamers who fall into the halls and dead-ends of their autogenerating mazes?

Despite its superficially contemporary trappings, Goodbye Strangers analogs familiar history1 and geography2 in only rough and warped swatches. Political events are alluded to, but rarely elaborated upon; a chronology presents itself, and its threads quickly tangle into branching timelines, alternate realities, and nesting dimensions. Though the huddled ten-millions will learn of the mattress camps and their drench first-hand, the reader is given little tangible entry to these scenes – even the Partisans' eventual martyrdom is told first through hasty aside, with specifics left to the audience's imaginations.

The bombing of Hiroshima, for example, is one known historical event confirmed to have taken place within the world of the story.
In addition to Hiroshima, other cities (Norilsk, New York City) are inferred, as well; the project also takes this moment to formally introduce the city of North Mural, to whose name the reader might be only recently accustomed.
oh, there's more!
there's more just for you...

In addition to historical and contextual anchors, cameos by such media franchises as Final Fantasy VII and Sonic the Hedgehog 3 also serve to place the novel within a nebulous modern day. Other in-universe media properties, such as the Meoms, do not exist outside the scope of the project (and in some cases, are represented both as characters from in-world literature or entertainment, and as entities which dwell in the same dominion as the strangers).

The critically-acclaimed Sonic & Eggman being the series' most notable work.

Furthermore, a distant future is alluded to with greater frequency – the static-buzz haze of the V.H.Z. era, which begins in the blink of an eye following the unspecified catastrophe known only as "the flood".

you're out of control and you know it.
( you're out of control and you love it. )
and it feels so good
so, what do we know of V.H.Z.
and its “inevitable” future?
The politically-charged Zeroworld module portrays a video game bestiary, and introduces such fictional strangers as the seosr (left) and drone engine, as well as serving as a mouthpiece for the author's own anti-extrusion views.
Meanwhile, Matatown acts as an homage to the infamous Neko Atsume, while also remaining a fixture within the story itself. It appears to enjoy some apparent popularity as a cell phone app, though all gameplay is left up to the imagination.

In this still awakening age, new discoveries allow strangers to be yanked into reality via a process known as extrusion.ʬ This extrusion process leaves strangers in an inert and motionless state, and they become their former victim's dummy play-things. In the decades and weeks that follow, their helpless bodies are used as power sources for kaleido-machines, lullaby pits, and full auto-shred funhouses. It is insinuated that the populace is fascinated by the strangers, and a proliferation of mainstream media follows, with both Zeroworld and Matatown acting as examples of such works-within-a-work now made real.

It is with some irony that these story details inspire some less scrupulous sensitives to experiment upon the strangers in ever-ghoulish tests – research which sets the groundwork for much post-extrusion technology.
"It had to come some day. So let it be with us."
With its pop culture nostalgia sheen and its "hungry-for-you" ad copy voice, even the (otherwise) contextually minimal Sunsets 1987 gives hints of the impending end.

Using this limited amount of information, groups of readers craft theories about the contents of the allegedly pending V.H.Z. – with their enthusiasm even helping to fund several counterfeit works. In the midst of such excitement and speculation, the release Walltown further complicates both the timeline, and the layers of reality present within the project. Containing cryptic "interview" sections with an unnamed author, Walltown occupies a place one step removed from both other "canonical" modules (such as Primer), as well as more metatextual work, such as Zeroworld.

Against the flood, the strangers of Walltown stand no chance.

But, something's stirring that no one's quite so sure about. The parade starts marching at a faster beat, the calliope's blasting with its speakers blown out and isn't that a forest fire, just on the horizon? There's something burning, it's burning, it's burning, and you can't quite make out its silhouette in all that smoke. You try to squint, it's something familiar, you have to do something, but then a dark shape darts around the corner of your vision, and the flashing lights won't let you see with red and sirens all around you now. Thick shoulders press up against your own, you can't breathe, you can't breathe, and the streets are lined with taped-down empty garbage bags, the store fronts all have garlands on the doors, and over there they're filling up the flatbed trucks with mattresses. A charcoal cloud hangs throatache low and a tin voice tells you to just give in, to just give in, to let them have their way.

Through it all, the world keeps gnashing its rabid teeth; iron jaws stay clenched as the courtyard floors go Partisan-red, paint-red in the wake of the trials and all their forgone executions. The tide waters rise, and rise, and rise. For in all this mess, there can be no reconciliation; the currents cannot merge without the cliff walls breaking down. The absence of all truth revealed, the fake-out climax crown is placed upon the head, and the voltage raises. A flash of white lights up the sky, and the clouds crumble, and the rains pour through.

Because you can't keep track of it anymore...

You can't quite figure out why it all went so wrong

...but you won't dare stop now.

There has to be a way out...

There has to be a cure, right?

And from the campaigns,
And from the camps,
And from the glues,
And from the bad dreams,
And from the monuments,
And from the controversy,
And from the fallout, comes...

the flood

And you want to know just what happens next...what about the strange, strange futures of V.H.Z. and Dead Cities? But for now, the curtain drops, and the grand parade reaches its end. The exit lights turn on and the side doors open, and you realize that it was all just a website, after all. You're relieved to remember that it's not real...but you can't quite forget it.

Goodbye, Strangers.

...and, hello.

We are a group of artists, friends, and collaborators who have come together to create work that helps themselves and others explore the concepts and emotions that inspire and enrich their lives. We hope that experiencing Goodbye Strangers will resonate with you, as well.

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