<<<It sounds lovely in the bed of a truck. And in your yard. Would it's lack of permanence be part of the charm, or have you licked the dissolution problem?>>>
I think that a bunch of the fun, of course. Letting it vanish is one thing. Or piling it under a tile roofed pavilion. Glazed ceramic roof tile, in one of those exotic, patinate colors. They have a rusty, orangey brown, and mossy-emerald greens, in crackly-drifty color mixes; not solid color. They even have pure white. A pure white cone of salt under a white tile roof. With some peach colored glass lights. (I have those already.) (And the roof tile color catalog ~ God, it's yummy.)
I'm not above creating outdoor pavilions. No sir.
But hauling it around in the truck would be cool. It's really white.
Or, putting the pile in the spare room, indoors.
I have my eye on an abandoned motel.
I would be room service, and service the rooms, as they've never been serviced before.
It would be hard to keep people out. "No Vacancy."
Of course, the one I'm looking at has about eighty rooms. It's big, and has an empty pool.
What's that room?
"Rust."
"Books with thick pages."
"Sand and rocks."
"Bark."
"Things to look through."
"Fingerpaints."
"Dyes."
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