About the work

This is not a joke about your clothes. You chose them for exactly this. You chose the vacuum for its honest, hungry hum, not for what it could pick up but for what it could draw out. This is a serious undertaking, this deep clean of the air, this siphoning of a residual joy. This is not about the pigeons or the hot dog, not really. This is about what you are willing to look ridiculous doing, just to inhale something sweet and gone.