On the scarred surface of the bench, a haphazard drift of unsanded lumber is arranged into precise, uniform stacks. Draped across the center of these finished slats hangs a single length of black electrical cable. The cable sits under noticeable, physical tension, like a cured weight attempting to pull itself flat. Its exposed copper wires and thick PVC jacket catch the dull, angular light filtering into the room. The slack provides a dull, rhythmic pull against the top edge of the cedar pieces, making the connection points appear strained. A loose scattering of fine gray sawdust flakes sit undisturbed around the bases, dusted with faint oil films that smell faintly of raw saw grit.
Mood: uneasy