Everything important has to have its weight. It has to take up so much space that you can't pass through normally, you just have to squeeze through. You also have to combine how to fit anything else in. Even if the "other" does fit, it has to be placed sideways somehow (it doesn't look good, and it's getting harder and harder to move). Matter rarely arranges itself to our liking.
Usually it strives for comfort, it flakes or overflows. The lightness of form goes hand in hand with the heaviness of construction. One cannot have too many important things. Preferably one, maximum two.
At every moment of the day I'm wondering if I've forgotten something. To occupy my thoughts with something else, I soldered 1,300 paper clips.
The neighbor seems to be throwing metal balls again. Whatever that sound is, it's one that all residents of blocks are familiar with.
I often find hair ornaments at home covered in bits of dust. This binded flower is a reminder of such situations....
In the backyard, "kondon" is the biggest loser and loser.
"Am I a kondon?" is the kind of question we ask ourselves all our lives.
The wonders of engineering are inherent in everyday life. The most basic things in this world, hold up thanks to materials so extremely flimsy, it's a shame to talk.
Documentation by Bartek Zalewski