Saturday, 18 June 2011


an old appliance had to be put to sleep last week, in my home. it wasn't broken in toto, but it leaked everywhere on the bench on several occasions, to the point that its incontinence outwayed the convenience of what had become wavering performances.

that's how i rediscovered the pleasure and fascination of watching water reach boiling point in a pot. from zero to one and on to one hundred degrees that we named and numbered, all without the rumble of an electric kettle.
accompanied by the elegant hiss of gas trapped and released, the magic happened before my eyes. with invisible strength and... mechanical will... matter acted.

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