A gleaner walks behind the harvesters and picks up the gleanings that are still lying on the field. When you work on a project, you leave a lot of ideas lying in your studio.

A tunnel from the National Bank to 
the florist’s across the street,
a boat on the roof of a building,
a collection of rat traps that don’t work,
a collection of leaky footballs,
a show that never begins,
in which you die hundreds of times,
a fox made of cardboard.   

Could I put these things next to each other such that they tell a new story?