bolts and bolts and bolts

you know, I think there's something to the idea of each thing-- even inanimate things-- having a potentiality for fulfillment via actualization... the chair being fulfilled when it is a chair, versus when it was still a set of wooden logs.

I'm walking through Osgood's and feeling each bolt of fabric call out some different idea of self-- curtain sheets, heavy jacket lining, girdle, disco fox. different wishes from different textiles.

yep, definitely. even the inanimate has a will and a voice and a purpose. at least here, among the aisles and aisles and aisles.