Broken Teeth
Each mote of silt wedged beneath a fingernail serves as a reminder of what has been buried and broken. As sunlight pierces the gloom, it illuminates a rusted gear emerging from ochre sediment, its chipped teeth no longer biting into any known sequence. The sharp staccato tap of wood against grit attempts to trace these jagged edges back to an original motion. In this quiet light, the fractured mechanism rests, finally at peace with its own stillness.