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per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

so, what sort of omen is this?
Down in the garage at work today, I spotted an empty plastic container surrounded by hundreds of tiny white plastic beads.

I stopped to look. Yep. It was an empty airsoft ammo tub, and what looked like most or all of the contents were scattered around for several yards.

This isn't the only oddity I've found in the garage... aside from a couple of vintage cars that are obviously in permanent storage, there is (or was) a historical recreation boat of some kind... a dory or something like that, I don't know from period boats and it was mostly covered by a tarp.

There is also a whole streetlamp apparently in temporary storage in one of the stairwells.

It's kind of an odd building anyway. We used to have a restaurant in the basement- called "Fleetwood's". It was a business venture by Mick Fleetwood, who wanted to start a blues venue / restaurant. It failed (after pissing us off for several months- the wood-fired pizza oven kept setting off the fire alarms). The main doors- with handles that look like gigantic drumsticks- are still on the entrance to the lower lobby office space. Wonder what the people who use it think of it?

Also, there's this weird sculptural installation outside, called "Oculae Memoria". Lots of scattered marble blocks, some of which have eyes carved on them. Fountains that are fed by sculptural mouths. An obelisk and what looks like a fallen gnomon. I should really take pix of it and post them someday.

So, anyway, now I'm imagining late-night airsoft fights in our garage...