Obscure purpose, lost history. Finding an ancient machine part on a deserted beach is my kind of spiritual moment.
I picture my creations similarly being found by an yet-unknown culture in an uncertain future. Artifacts found and re-purposed; objects having their own evolution, including dead-ends, mistakes and miscalculations. The pieces may be functional in a Rube Goldberg-esque fashion? or purely dys-functional. A bit of fiction within the function, and function within the fiction.