Erosion of Form

Sunlight caught dust swirling inside a plaster cast of a hand, highlighting fissures in its surface—each repeated impression fainter than the last. The molds themselves were dissolving, details blurring with time until only powder remained; as if replication itself eroded substance. Annotations layered upon charts showed this same process: not preservation, but continual refilling, a translucent echo built from what was missing. A subtle warmth radiated from the casts even as they crumbled—a strange resonance between original and copy hinting at something beyond fixed form, a quiet merging of self with its own fading image.