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In the summer I bought a sturdy-looking swim ring that resembled a car tyre. It turned out to fit, unexpectedly, exactly around the rim of an old car. That discovery reminded me of the poem “Pluk de dag” by Cornelis Buddingh, in which he euphorically observes that the lid of a medium jar of Marmite fits precisely onto a small jar of Heinz Sandwich Spread. The steel rim fills the hole of the swim ring and robs it of its buoyancy. In doing so it strips the object of its original function. The reverse is also true: the wheel has become unusable for any car. The form remains caught between water fun and miles on the asphalt.