I've chewed off all the bristles on my toothbrush and unraveled my last pair of socks.
My lungs hurt and I hope I never have to leave my couch again. Don't touch my dishes.
This apple core is the first piece of my new art installation. Over the next several years,
it will take shape, one scrap at a time. But until it's finished, you'll just have to excuse
my mess.
