Choose to perceive Sunday Game Night

From: Nathan
To: Game Friends

Game Friends,

Last night’s stunning and strange events raise real questions about the nature of perception and reality vis-à-vis Sunday Game Night. I can tell you that Game Night will happen, that it will start at 5pm, and that everyone will contribute food and/or drink for the betterment of the event. However, even if you take me at my word, we now know that we are all subject to a complex and poorly-understood set of subconscious decision-making processes that will split any group along perceptual lines largely based on the ambient lighting wherever you happen to read this email—and even when presented with incontrovertible evidence that the subconscious brain has processed information incorrectly, it cannot be overriden by the conscious brain. Some subset of you will perceive a Game Night and will show up, snack/drink in hand, ready to play games; the rest of you will wonder why I sent everyone a picture of a dress. If you are reading an invitation to Game Night: your eyes are working just fine! See you Sunday!

Nathan

From: Trevor
To: Game Friends

What a beautiful dress! … wait… I got this from Nathan? Hey… I wonder if Game Night is happening this week. You know, I bet it is. Guess I’ll just pop over on Sunday at 5 and see. Even if there’s no game night, I’ll still get to see that awesome dress!

From: Nathan
To: Game Friends

OK but what color was it

From: Trevor
To: Game Friends

All the colors, illuminated by white light, reflecting, refracting, diffracting, in glorious kaleidoscopic patterns, with spectra well outside human perception swirling in paisley patterns, undulating between imaginary and real, tessellations of coruscating patchwork, fractals of fine filaments woven weeping with ecstatic joy.
And…
And.
When you make a measurement,
The cobalt blue of an evening sky in crisp, dry, autumn mountain air.
The burnt sienna of the rain soaked Southwest earth, the kind that covers you in red hue in dusty dry whether.
The wild, clamoring green of ferns, springing forth in deep forest.
The soft wheat of cattails susserating in a light gale.
The dress.
Oh the dress.
Yes it might have been a garish pink if seen only with eyes.
But we know better. Don’t we.

From: Brian
To: Game Friends

So Trevor’s bringing shrooms

From: Alicia
To: Game Friends

Bahahaha. If only I could like emails…

From: Lauren
To: Game Friends

I hear you, feelings are really hard for me too. It’s scary, but I’m slowly learning to “like” and “enjoy” even small things, like e-correspondence. Good luck!