4-1-17

For a while, Dorte collected what she found on the ground. This project had nothing to do with litter. This was Dorte testing out the universe. She was asking for a message to deliver her from wretched despair.
If you’ve played chicken with the universe, you don’t need to read what happened.
Dorte spent hours arranging debris on a grid to find the message. Combs with knocked out teeth, grocery lists for Salisbury steak and frozen peas, broken soothers, and swim googles. She sorted by colours, materials, locations and alphabets (Sanskrit, Latin, Greek).  Nothing was discovered. There was no message. The universe carried on speaking, and Dorthe continued to walk looking down.