Tuesday 1 February 2011: Pencils
We are surrounded by artfully arranged stuff that we never see; it's just there, sometimes for a purpose, sometimes just forgotten. Look carefully at the eraser on this pencil: it hasn't been capable of correcting anything for years and years, yet we do not scorn the little bit of graphite that's left, so there it is, hanging out with like objects and having a high old time.
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