Some plastic stuff.

Ok, it was really broken, a glitch or something stopped it from lighting up at all, but Zoe Fothergill also questioned the sense of manufacturing fairy lights powered by a solar panel at all. Which is very true, I mean, when are you supposed to use them anyway, on a sunny day on the beach or in the garden? It wasn’t very hard for me to get the lights working again. I just ditched the solar panel which was pointless anyway and got another set of fairy lights (very similar design, probably made in the same city somewhere in China), this time battery powered. A bit of swapping the cables around got me the lights shining. Then blinking, and finally (I had two set of lights now after all) blinking alternatively between two colours. But what was the point of it? What was it I was looking at here? Pausing and considering that for a moment I concluded that more than any other sign or meaning or image, what this object was communicating to me was, -I am made in China. Which I also decided to make it say.

I am what I say I am.

Object no. 51