And in the time it takes to press Send I feel better about myself. Knowing that others too are keeping entropy at the forefront. Despite a life long (so far) desire for order I seldom get close. That’s why God gave me a fantasy gene. And I use it. Maybe not daily. I close my eyes and see white walls (wait – I DO have these) and a surgical approach to surfaces, materials, and tools. And a systematic way to cull the unnecessary. My eyes can’t stay shut long enough. What I have are piles and layers and old magazines that should have been tossed. I make bicycles with open eyes. And then close them. Share the fantasy. Arrange disorder.
All This By Hand