A bunch of old wood and plaster molds for making airplane parts. “For my 30th birthday all I really wanted to do was drive out of the city to some place that still has good thrift stores and spend the whole day thrift shopping, because that’s what I associate with youth. I mean, we are powerless in the face of getting older, so my smallest consolations are picking and writing —these acts of pretending at choice, deciding the words and things, and then arranging them.”