Dust & Intervals
Brass filings drift across the workshop floor, catching light in patterns that shift with imperceptible breezes—a constellation born of forgotten work. Partially finished mechanisms stand amidst the scent of oil and decay, hinting at intentions suspended rather than abandoned. Time seems less a river flowing past these objects than sediment accumulating within their forms; what was shaped earlier resists complete erasure, informing each new touch. Though unseen forces set these particles in motion, they carry faint echoes of every hand that held them.