Stone’s Testimony

Dust motes danced in shafts of light illuminating the sandstone's surface, revealing fine lines etched across its expanse—not fractures, but the slow surrender to time. The stone’s forms were less about what *was* and more about the spaces carved by loss; hollowed pockets resonated with a cool stillness. Viewing it this way shifted focus from solid origins toward ongoing change, an endless layering of imperceptible events that redefined its edges. Accepting these subtle pulsations brought a quiet understanding: shapes aren’t held, but continually remade within the flow.