Leather bound copy of Don Quixote, the totem book of my third muse.
I threw this behind my studio the day I swore off of muses entirely. Nothing but trouble. 
This is a documentation of it decomposing in a deteriorating greenhouse for six years.
Intellectual, emotional decay overlaid on industrial decay. 

The skeletal greenhouse surrounding the book crumbled into a state no longer safe to be inside, ending the secret installation. 
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