snowflake melts against
A snowflake melts against skin, leaving a prickle—a six-fold impression sensed rather than seen. Polished agate sections echo this geometry in ochre layers revealed by shallow grooves, the stone cool and smooth to the touch. Perhaps recognizing form isn’t about locating something fixed, but anticipating arrangements within constant change; beneath shifting surfaces, patterns recur. The faint scent of ozone rises from contained static charge as slow pulses illuminate dark glass spheres—a quiet mirroring of geologic rhythm.