Rodney Sanches
Thursday Afternoon
Today I made a table out of 5 shelf panels, and looked longingly at a panel of wood that did not require fastening. The place of fastening required a jaunt through the autumnal pastoral and then to the land of tiny beers. A mistaken bus decision placed me at a comfortable fried chicken establishment and a fretful walk home. The table has more integrity than feared. Hundreds of tiny screws bind unlike material together. Dreams of contiguous panels continue, fitfully.