The Pencil Shavings
The assembly of the parts of the edition of the shavings continues at a slow pace, not aided by the box-maker who didn’t order the boxes, the post office who lost the invitation cards in transit, the white coat hire that has to be a purchase, one rubber stamp for the box-lid being too small. Shall I go on. Just the usual procrastinations in yet another place where the manufacturing base of light industry has disappeared in favour of consumer goods and tourism as a product. We will get there, by the 9th of March, and replicate the mechanics of a laboratory, with scales, white gloves, polished glass, and the sliding lids will be closed once and for all on part of the debris from Matsutani’s studio in Rue Faidherbe. SC
notes from an urban hibernation 
which brings to mind the old-fashioned expression for an urchin of a child – ya little shaver ya