Grade eight metal shop drops globs of molten metal into sandboxes making the wonky shapes, we think. Could be piece of alien craft. Could be the entire world as we know it compressed into an anti-nugget of strange dimensions. Could be the Red Scare or the Yellow Menace or the Green Clover. Could be the universal mind lattice. Could be your mother. Could be something else altogether that no one ever anticipated, like a blancmange or a hat. Could be a best friend moving away suddenly. Could be our true love inviting us to an island retreat for twenty years sabbatical. Could be all these things and so much more. Could be a hole.