About the work

The drone, when it arrived, was carrying a single, flat box of frozen apple pie. It hovered, whirring, at the back door of the empty kitchen. A friend, who worked here once, told me they made pies from scratch every morning, filling the whole space with cinnamon and cooked fruit. He said they only bought frozen pastries for emergencies, like when the oven broke or someone called in sick. But the kitchen is immaculate now, and the pool outside is full of leaves. There’s no one here to receive the emergency pie.