the installation

i like dust that flies as motes. as the sun shines, dusty cobwebs to soften the corners of life.

i now have wires everywhere, and the promise of an engineer on monday with a hefty charge if it is damp or dissolution of the monasteries.

the handy man gave me old things for a new installation, not what he intended, yet what i.

intend.

2012-09-27-16-11-03

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