制約付きセスティーナ詩生成器

He sorted the first crate, a dull weight of old newspapers tied with twine, and stared at the rusted hinge on the cabinet, then pulled from a cardboard box a single glove, one of a pair he knew he never would use again, and set it on the shelf, so the pile could grow. He found a socket, so he dropped it in the jar. The smell of stale oil hung in the air. He would have to check the tire. He looked at the bicycle frame, its chain slack, one wheel bent, and leaned it against the wall from the corner. He dragged a heavy crate from behind the trolley, and the dust rose so thick he sneezed. He found a wrench, one with a cracked handle, and the head of it was worn. He tossed it in a bin at the door. He thought of the rent he would have paid each month. He would not think of that. He pulled a rope from the top shelf, coiled it, and hung it at its place on a nail. He found a lock, so he tested it with a key. The key was of a different kind, and it would not turn. One more thing for the maybe pile. One more thing he would have to decide. He would sort it later. He found a bag of rags, and a bottle half full of paint, the lid stuck. He put them at the side. He found a broken lamp, so he set it on the stool. He found a bolt, so he put it with the washers. He found a drill, at least the cord was frayed. He found a hammer, one with a loose head, and a box of nails. He found a blanket, and a glove, from a different pair. He found a book, so he put it in the box. He found a broom, at the back, its bristles worn. He found one more jar, empty. He found a cable, so he coiled it. He found a bucket, and he would need to wash the floor. He found a cloth, from a bag of them, and a battery, so he set it by the door. He found a hinge, at the bottom of a drawer. He found one more key, on a ring. He found a bolt, so he put it with the others. He would finish this. He found a tire, from a wheel, and a socket, and a washer, of a kind he did not know. He found a shelf, at the back, and a stool, and a lock, one more thing to test. He found a glove, so he put it in his pocket. He would not come back. He closed the door, from the outside, and the key turned. He was done, of the afternoon. He left the key in the lock, at the door, and walked away. He had one last thought, and let it go. He would not need to come back. He walked from the garage, and the light was off, so the day was done, and the work was done, of it all.