Bond, Structure.

The new foundations have filled with water, birds are bathing on a field of grey and a black dog loitering on the road runs to stare at them through the fence.

What kind of finish are you? I am the colour of sealed rimu. You might be raw pine. I think we should discuss light sources. I want to incorporate levels. Every space must have a sense of going somewhere.

Respond: your flesh filling, meet me at the round table. I have built us a fort in the stairwell, I have seen the lights turn on with just a look. This building has been proofed for earthquakes, a typographic reading for disaster. What kind of finish are you?

When you open your mouth I see your tongue is made of particle board, you are a reconstituted being. What glue holds your buds together? What is flowering in your gut? I want to talk about light sources.

On the bus, the sun shot in sideways and for a moment I couldn't see. The package in my hands - red like the light through my eyelids. The lady opposite watches as I remove my coat, her mouth scrunches. We press buttons to request an exit. The black dog looks up and watches us pass.

I have been looking for a trap door. I have been looking at the plans. I think we should discuss light sources. I am opening the red package, I am getting ready to respond.

Jason Lindsay - AUTUMN COLLECTION SYMPTOMATIC TREATMENT, 2005 The installation - Autumn Collection Symptomatic Treatment - was completed during a residency at Special Gallery, 2005.