the sound of living

i so loved this kettle. the chantal's harmonica whistle kettle.

it whistles so great. i loved it too much, so this one is actually the 3rd chantal kettle that i owned.
because.

i kept of burning them.

though it whistles so wonderfully, i couldn't take a good care, oftentimes didn't notice that all the water evaporated, and kept on ruining them. and, this is the 3rd. i kept on buying the exactly same kettle since i love it so much.

however, 3 is the number for closing; the japanese say. "even buddha accepts the same mistakes up to only 3 times."

so when i burned this 3rd harmonica kettle, i knew that was it.
i don't deserve such a beautiful sound.
i have to bend and get a electric kettle (sadly).

and i did.

so, i dropped it off at the marfa thrift. its bottom has been melted and deformed, but it still works and even still whistles.

chaotic

lines lines lines.

i don't even know where these came from and/or what these are for. i'm confused.

the confusion resembles the one in my head.

i am sure they had specific functions; sorry, i don't remember. you guys were never that special in my life, obviously.

these are all at the thrift store in alpine, for anybody who needs these.