On the structural integrity of love stories mid-air (book 3 open)

A woman was throwing books out of a third-story window. The whole street stopped

to behold the deluge of books spiraling down and crashing on the sidewalk and to

listen to the sweet hum of the pages (the diacritics in the poetry books survived,

but that's another story). Only her husband - who stood helplessly on the opposite

sidewalk - noticed that, for his sake, she was throwing them out in alphabetical order.
Materials: paper, brass.
Technique: paper cuttings, book binding, soldering.
A pop up books necklace.
According to a story by Alex Epstein.