I will stick the landing.

a few favorites from the many altered key pendants i'll have with me this weekend at Yet Another Queer Pop-Up Market. i've been collecting the keys for years & it's very exciting to finally be doing what i want with them! the metal decorative elements on some of the keys come from a box of castoffs from a 1910s costume jewelry factory (lucky find 15+ years ago that i've been slowly working through). finding the right size quartz points for the hollow clock key tips is oddly satisfying!

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

Later that night :

Knight Of Cups

When my soul touches yours a great chord sings! How shall I tune it then to other things? O! That some spot in darkness could be found That does not vibrate when’er your depth sound. But everything that touches you and me Welds us as played strings sound one melody. Where is the instrument whence the sounds flow? And whose the master-hand that holds the bow? O! Sweet song—

-Rainer Maria Rilke, Love Song