At this point in the book, Zambreno is thinking about the artist Joseph Cornell-specifically, about how he cleaned out the cellar of his mother's house in Queens so that he could use it as a workshop. He had to organize the old miscellany and sort it into boxes, which he then gave whimsical labels: 'notions,' 'cordials,' 'wooden balls only.'
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