three years ago, i built a robot. he wasn’t shiny and he wasn’t functional, but he was mine and i loved him. boris was constructed with two cardboard boxes, styrofoam bits, and PVC pipe. most of his parts were rescued from the trash (or under my furniture).
he sat in my living room until the Big Move because we didn’t have enough room for him. boris is currently crashing at a friend’s place, sipping martinis and dreaming of a career as a film extra and rock star.
and he pales in comparison to the work of Chris Gilmour.