Remember your old reference books? The ones that have that smell? They have become infested with mold, critters, and something strange. Through a process of slow osmosis, that has less to do with reading and more to do with proximity, your poetry has become intermingled with the musk of the books. The yellow pages have deteriorated into obsession, and Bertrand Russell is infected with doubt. In these images, hard facts have softened in order to explore the phenomenology of unearthing personal relics.