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in using found objects, like traveling, half the fun is in finding one. went to Strand Book Store, went down to the creepy basement, in the darkest corner found two books that are almost falling apart. they smell funny and the pages almost smear under your finger tip. the first one is in French, so i'll have no guilt tearing this one up, but the second one was, later i realized, written by RFK, may not be able to destroy it.

acrylic, book.