Hyperart: Thomasson

発見場所 Location: Brooklyn Heights, Brooklyn, NY

発見年月日 Date Discovered: July 20th, 2008

発見者氏名 Discoverer(s): Matthew Fargo

物件の表題 Title of Discovery: Uroboros Thomasson

物件の状況（形質・その他） Condition of Instance (notable traits, context, etc.):

Bear with me: There used to be a staircase here. A stoop, in Brooklyn parlance. All the old brownstones around here all have stoops. But somebody at #532 got together enough money to buy the whole building, and the stoop got removed when they opted to use the basement door as their primary ingress. Still, something wasn’t quite right about leaving the old doors where they were. Here they had this pretty wooden entryway, hanging in the air above their new basement-level doorway. It stole all their guests’ attention away from their new front door. People would show up at their house for a dinner party and, without exception, ask: “So what’s with the mid-air door Thomasson?” It was a Thomasson, and a little too obvious of one. And so the owners hatched a plan. They placed a classic Brooklyn-style flower box on the old stoop, right where the entrance mat would have sat. “Ha-ha!” they thought. “Now nobody will notice the Thomasson, now.” And for the most part, it worked. At least, the dinner guests didn’t ask about it. But what they hadn’t realized was that, in masking over the Thomasson with a flower box, they had essentially necessitated its use all over again. You see: the flowers had to be watered. This beautiful old doorway, which had been sealed up for all eternity, now had to be opened on a regular basis, in order to water the flowers inside the box. Which means that this double-door entryway exists for the sole purpose of allowing the residents of #532 to water their flowers. And why are the flowers there in the first place? To cover up the fact that the doors are a Thomasson. It’s like a self-perpetuating Thomassonian uroboros. Like holding up a mirror in front of another mirror. And what do you see in this infinite hall of reflection? The spectre of Gary Thomasson, I suppose.