The bundle has been sitting on my studio floor since I picked it off of Hummarock beach a few months ago. It’s not that I don’t tidy my space, I simply tidy around the bundle. It is beastly, this mass of fishing rope, knots, nets, and this cool melted hodge podge of synthetic rope and plastic buoy. I have been hacking bits off little by little until I could take the bundle no longer. Systematically, I dismantled the behemoth, cutting out bits for use and for trash. I made piles of rope, melted bits, fishing net, lobster trap. All was going well, if not incredibly painstakingly, until a rogue piece of rusty lobster trap flew at me and lodged in my knee through my jeans. A tetanus shot and a week of hobbling later, I was as good as new.