[[we are memorials for the houses you never got to build|woodshed]]

go to sleep\n\n[[MAY 4 KENT 70]]

and the [[dirt]]

[[it remained untouched, no matter how unsightly it became|cracked]]\n\nnothing grew out of/into/from/over/around it like we had wanted

there is a partially buried [[woodshed|woodshed1]] in front of you\n\nrobert smithson unloaded twenty truckloads of earth onto the structure until its central roof beam [[cracked]]

old, wooden, creaking under the weight of itself and the [[dirt]] and all the things it never got to be

there is a [[woodshed]] in front of you

eventually in 1982 your central spine breaks, the body of the shed bows, and two years later someone cleans you away in the quiet removing all the remaining timber and leaving only the concrete foundation of two of your walls\n\nif someone emptied out my ribcage, I'd want to know about it

partially buried woodshed

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how much weight did it have to hold onto before its bones let go from the [[inside]]?\n\nhow many pounds of pressure did it take? did anyone warn the [[walls]]?

old, wooden, creaking under the [[weight of itself]]\n\nit is [[tired]]