hauntology

With the launch of Second Salon approaching, I dusted off the chest, the chips and the code; unwrapped and unmothballed the hauntology bric-a-brac ready for exhibition. Putting the intricate wires and controllers and sub-routines back into place ... almost impossible, and once achieved - without effect. Nothing would work.

What gremlins had found their way into the innards of the bits and pieces! Had some entropy creeped in, as if it were an instrument gone gradually out of tune? The flex sensor was inverted, its values sky-rocketed beyond the thresholds in the code. The LED, switched, came on when it should go off, and blinked out when I expected it to remain lit. The wires - were they switched? The code, been tampered with?

What has haunted these objects since the last time they creaked into place, wound into the machine assemblage, and flickered into diegetic existence? I am collaborating not only with ghosts but with random acts of agency by inanimate materials.