bottles

Hopeful bottles of water lie waiting at the bottom of a tip. They are waiting for me. I wish to collect them for an art project. How quaint.

The bottles were extracted from dinosaur oil and pressed into shape. Then people filled them with water. Water comes out of a faucet, but no one knows that. It’s my secret. I don’t tell anyone because I need the bottles. The bottles are used for eleven minutes, and then discarded. They come here and I find them. In one thousand years they might decompose.

What a perfectly permanent material for my artwork!