Val and I spent the morning lying around in a pile of industrial thread scraps at PS1. Allegedly there are gold necklaces in there that you can dig for and then keep, if you find them, but why would you do that when instead you can roll around and enjoy being in the pile? Typically I try to avoid big obvious metaphors, but I will make an exception if they’re comfortable.
If you can find my face and hand sticking out of the thread in the top photo you have a very good eye!