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Junk | Oct 12 2005

I couldn’t get my bottom drawer open because I had put this thick folder in there in the wrong way. In the end I had to remove the drawer entirely. In doing so I saw, through the space where the drawer had been, my lucky piece of plastic, which had mysteriously disappeared sometime last year. It’s just a round piece of plastic, like a poker chip, perhaps a quarter inch thick. I can’t imagine what it was originally used for. My sense rather is that it was cut from something to make a hole. I found it many years ago on the beach in California, at Abbott’s Lagoon, at an isolated sculpture garden where all the sculptures are made from debris from the ocean, all manner of sea junk. Though I call it my lucky piece of plastic, I don’t consider it lucky since I don’t really believe in things being lucky in the sense of bringing good luck. It’s more a kind of memento of the place where I found it, a place where worthless junk has been made into something beautiful.