i want to make wing mountain, somehow. i want to sort and re-sort endlessly. i want to make them spiral and circle. i want to use them as a game of memory matching up the wing pairs and making little groups, like i did when i spilled them out of the plastic bag tonight. they are an embarrassent of riches, and are distracting me from the business at hand.
the business at hand being increasingly stressful. the business of grad school. it's an exhausting business, and a silly game.