in case you were wondering, this is how you begin to think of objects that you are making after you have lived with them for several weeks and you are sanding them at 3 am.

once upon a time, there lived a 7. 7 was a fairly content number, but had become bored, and also annoyed at the other numbers (7 harbored a particular grudge against 9, which, as you may know, recently came to a very ugly and violent close, a fact which traumatized 6 to no end. this story is just the sort of thing that gets too oft-repeated in today’s scandal loving media, but that is neither here nor there. we are presently concerned with kinder, gentler days of 7.) one ordinary day 7 was walking alone when a sine wave came along, oscillating gently. 7 had never seen anything so beautiful. they immediately stuck up a stimulating conversation. as they talked, 7 became more and more fascinated by the sine wave’s movements, and eventually asked to be shown how to move like that. as sine explained, they slowly began to dance. 7 began to notice that the angle (which 7 had always secretly thought of as rather awkward and pointy, and something that 3 and 6, and especially 9—we know how that worked out—never failed to mention) could flex and sway in a manner that could only be described as seductive. as the two danced, they talked (this was a much simpler time, when dancing was very thought provoking) about how their forms might appear as if they were flowing through an extra dimension. as 7 thought these thoughts, more 7s began to spring fully formed from 7s philosophizing head, each at a slightly different angle and length of extension. these 7s began to group themselves together into pleasing patterns. much to everyone’s delight, the more groups appeared, the more ways they could combine and rearrange and dance together. everyone smiled, and danced and flowed through their newfound dimensions. 7 never knew happier days.