Here today. Gone tomorrow. Life illustrated in cardboard. An idea whose time has come.

I have been stumped in my effort to make a cardboard Chrome Boy type creation because of lack of space to put it when it is done. So it sits around in sections awaiting a decision on my part. Do I give up and trash the parts? They are cluttering up my living room and preventing me from working on another project. Once they are actually gone and into the dumpster it will be   irrevocable, thus okay.

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 Don't know why it took me so long. I will make it, photograph it, dump it. My new form of art. 

Also, on the plus side, it is easier to make something if every stroke means nothing because it is as impermanent as life itself. Sometimes, perfection paralysis prevents the first stroke. Or pure indecision. 

Those of us who knew Chrome Boy have our own picture of him, in one iteration or another, and the world is too crowded already, so...  

So as soon as my groceries are delivered I will start gluing parts together, knowing that the finished product can be as big as necessary because it will be gone soon. It will have lived for a day, made a memory, vanished. This makes me happy. Although, it also suggests a kind of sick situation where something is created only to be destroyed. And, isn't that true, for real, after all.

 Room for an essay there. Not me. Not today.