Le Blanc Fichus de B. Today in the mail is another brown envelope. It came from Norway and bears the gift of a snowy white hand-knitted scarf. Now the temperature in KL doesn't go below 29 degrees, although it has been known to hail like the coming of the apocalypse. I am tempted to unravel the wool and use its length in some artwork - as a distance marker of some sort - the labor used to knit the long length is like traveling, gobbling up distance from one destination to another.

[I'm also reminded of one of Liz Presa's sculptures, based on a text by Jean-Luc Nancy called 'Fichus', or 'scarf' in French.]

But no. I shall hang it up on a dress hook and there it will wait in infinite patience, until sometime in the near future when it will be packed up, taken to another destination and used for its original purpose.

Many thanks and heartfelt appreciations to B. Don't worry, I won't do any unraveling!

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