Objects, books, and wall-hangings—secret noises, running
water, and a constant hammering of steel on wood—people populate the empty
spaces.
A classic Hopi pot finely painted with a red and black
migration pattern sitting on a narrow obsidian tower.
The Iliad, Mediations on the Tarot, Tao Te Ching, Great Fool
Zen Master Ryokan, The Oxford Anthology of Bhakti Literature, Emily Dickenson.
A Mesoamerican rug with rows of emblematic corn woven on a
shimmering turquoise field divided by fringed ribbons of pastel-colored
stripes.
(“I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was… We finally
really did it. You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to
hell!”)
Outside the Merrimack River is flowing from the White
Mountains and Lake Winnipesaukee while inside the Powow River is flowing from a
shower head.
Vertical two by fours are rising interrupted by eleven
windows, three doors, and several other apertures, capped by a roof with a
chimney running through it.
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