Stone’s Quiet Memory

A warm pebble held in the hand disrupts the wall’s intended solidity, hinting at histories embedded within seemingly stable forms. Sunlight catches dust motes dancing in the afternoon light, each particle a tiny record of past interactions and decay – a testament to entropy’s role in shaping what remains. This accumulation doesn't negate original intent but suggests that ontology is less about being *made* than continually becoming through borrowed fragments and residual traces. The wall, then, isn’t simply stone; it navigates time itself.