Sometimes one experience is so right that there's no chance of it happening twice. It doesn't leave a desire for more. It kills any wish to do it again. Any attempt to feel the same. Writing and painting can fall into this category. I liked making the pictured piece. Welding the word "still" on top of a steel frame. But I never tried to make a similar wall sculpture. I'm not sure why. It wasn't too much work to complete. I only used the necessary amount of material. I liked it, even if others weren't so impressed. After looking at it for a few years I still enjoy seeing it hanging in the studio. The blue color on the textured black is a nice contrast. It's as original as anything I've done. I could knock out twenty more that would all have a family resemblance. But I haven't. It reminds me of that one great night with a beautiful woman who I never saw again. Some things are meant to stay rare. They exist to remind a person that a singularity isn't just a fantasy, or a violation of some law of physics. It can have a real place in a human life.