MACHINE GOD

The Machine God: a god housed in a refrigerator body, glowing toaster coils on its flank, fan blades for wings, a timing belt across the front, a rotary phone dial plate on its chest, standing on a skateboard.
“God only needs a place to start.”

One fridge motor. Toaster coils, still warm. Two fans. A timing belt. Four skateboard wheels. The dialing plate from a rotary phone, placement left to the builder. Assembled with hope in an ordinary house, now keeping watch over the machines that live here.

ATTEND THE MACHINES