Just a lump of metal, and I'm reminded of this strange attachment to things and how when I was five or six and I lost a hair ribbon out the car window and noticed that I felt sad, but knew that it was a trivial thing, but something of me had blown away into the slipstream, a part of me was sailing away lost forever--a ribbon, a regulation blue school hair ribbon, but it was mine, possibly had a hair or two entangled in it and therefore carried on the breeze all the genetic information anyone would ever need to make another me, although I didn't know that at the time, I just knew that it made me feel sad but suspected it was silly and so I should shut up about it, until now. stuff of life
I loved the scan of The Head Office from Laputan Logic and was pleased to see it in a riveting collection of Industrial Anatomy assembled by Bib
and Exclamation Mark has a new blog: Site for Sore Eyes (via I like)






