parts of a whole.

too many little plastic nubbins.
that's what's rolling around all over my floor,
and falling off of the counters,
and sticking into my stocking feet when i wander around in the dark.
i know the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress pretty damned well, duders.
for real.
so i can navigate without lights through the twists and turns and doorways
(there are SO many doorways)
without smashing my face on a jamb.
but,
little bits and sharp pieces are always around these days.
really.
and i find myself trepidatiously tippie-toeing in the nighttimes.
believe me,
i'm glad it's dark out while i doo-doo that ballerina business,
because i bet i'd look really dumb if anyone could see me.
my summer-feet are still tough,
but these craft scraps and steampunk shrapnel shards are murder on my insteps.
it's just that i want to make cool stuff.

and instead, i tape and epoxy everything.
details are the worst, and the best, and the most time consuming.
also,
without 'em, the things we make look like sh!t.
of course,
even with 'em,
the finished product looks great, but nobody notices
the little stuff it takes to make all the small pictures into one bigger better one.
i guess that's a thing.
like salt in bread.
you especially notice it when it's NOT there.
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so i'm treading lightly, neighbors.
and i'm getting ready.
y'gotta be prepared for anything,
and up for everything,
and watchful for cool tiny glimpses of what could be.
y'know?
salad bowls are photonic refractors.
vanilla bottles are vapour regulators.
sewer caps are cast-iron woodstove grates.
it's all what you're looking at,
and more importantly,
HOW you're doing it.
this is how i'm lookin':

ugh.
askance and old and busted,
with new views on established artifacts.
mmmhmmm.
it's ALL really happening.
because we're taking what is, and making it what we want it to be.
that's active participation,
and that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....