A one thumb balancing game on a suburban nature strip. A hook swings the household junk over the pile and you pick the moment to let go: dead centre is safe and pays, hanging it off one side is height you did not earn, and nothing is ever trimmed to fit. The pile is held up by where its weight sits over each join, so a greedy mattress eight objects up snaps at eight and takes everything above it while the base stands there innocent. Past a metre and a half the wind starts, with a second and a half of warning, and it takes hold of the flat light things first.