i was walking home last week up george street. the sidewalk was pure ice. when i walk on pure ice, i'm compelled to be in the moment. for the duration. it matters to me to not get hurt. just south of london street i saw something and i thought it was glowing, maybe on fire . . . well, when i got closer it turned out to be two rusty springs inside a flipped over chair. i wanted to stop and hold the moment inside my camera, but i passed it by. i thought on it for days, and so today i visited the two coiled springs. and i thought on the moment of my returning. the significance of these two coiled springs. the glowing rust . . .
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