The Great Marriage Lottery Machine

For the little book of mine, an echo of a former project:

You can see how the words (sorry for the blur, the actual words are in Swedish and moreover reserved for the buyers-to-be of this book) are folding around this side-adventure with The Great Marriage Lottery Machine, a bitter parody of forced marriage is still going on around the world. In such cases the Swedes (who carry such an abundance ethics aboard that they happily export it) feel great moral indignation -- provided there's some good safety distance. So I put a temple in the midst of Stockholm, devoted to the Great God of Electricity -- and right now (in my story) they're having their Annual Wedding Lottery, assisted by a huge complex tombola with a wheel of fortune and all sorts of fancy, fizzing arbitrariness (I can't pronounce that).

I suppose that the Swedes would graciously accept this process as a part of Electric Religion and call for humble understanding (if it happened so close) and respect for Ethics of Another Voltage, etc. I myself had a little brush with forced marriage some two decades ago. And I wrote a little something that was duly ignored (but those frightened publishers were interesting to see) and after turning to other media and receiving the wrong sort of attention I put the whole thing down. (My relationship spent quite some years going downhill and one happy but belated day I put that one down too.)

Oh, let's get technical instead. The fittings were bred from one single design that I made variations upon...

...and then turned into copper (contrasting nicely with the PVC'ish tubes). Then I had the lottery balls flowing merrily through it all.

Last but not least, the Joyous Wheel of Fortune! I'm afraid that the design won't be seen as clearly on the paper prints (if I ever get done someday) but here you see it now; fine little boys and girls awaiting their very decided destiny when 14 or 16 or so.

Memories of the painful kind have a tendency to, if untreated, seep out of the brains and slowly poison the body. The aforesaid awful practice will remain in my consciousness but with this I want some of it washed out of my very fibres. Cheers.