As part of Kerdieekrdaad for the first time in two years, I proudly present to you,
Spider and Kite
The piece is an open writing desk. There is a chair there, please sit down if you'd like.
The writing desk is full of postcards, bones, thread, letters, archeological dominoes and feathers.
It's overflowing, really.
There is a stack of letters from a circus troupe in Asheville--
filled with constellations and dreams and drawings as delicate and complex as spider legs.
There are letters from Thailand, Indonesia, Australia--sketches and confessions scribbled on maps from the last town, common epiphanies, justice-hunger, awe.
These letters wait for their recipients here at this writing desk. You can wait here too. We have stamps and empty pages. Add something, write to someone, leave a relic.
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