About the work

You can find yourself in a place you didn’t mean to be, doing a thing you didn’t set out to do. The path to it was simply the one of least resistance, or perhaps the only one available. Not that you *chose* it, exactly, but that the choice was made for you by accumulated small currents, by a series of adjacent rooms. And then here you are, with a lint roller and a basketball, watching the shirts go by. The sun, even in this particular room, still remembers what it meant to shine.