He Reimagines

He records the works of his life, the ephemera he once scrawled onto the tissue thin, thinking them indelible blueprints. Most were fables told to a dying legend, Pastimes, that were chariot wheels for his little red wagon. He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer of impossibilities. He accumulates metallurgical oddments for mechanical artifacts that have no purpose or point; contrivances with strange gears. attachments that bolt on to only missing parts. They are pieces of an assemblage made to represent an unknowable idea. He structures these devises on the leeched rims of endless visions. His minds darkened workshops flicker with the light of kerosene lamps. He needs shadows and the gleam of yet undreamed dreams, he needs gaslight eyes while shaping the formless. Nuts, bolts, levers, and steam driven small brass sprockets for the calibration of improbable elements are his articles of faith. A life he once constructed falls apart little by little. He now searches for stronger, less breakable mechanisms to put together, no matter that they serve no purpose, other than to girder and frame featherweight straws in the wind.