Embodied Accumulation

Dust motes danced on the table's surface, highlighting subtle depressions—a palimpsest not of recipes, but of repeated action. This accumulation wasn’t simply preservation; each touch by the baker’s hands altered the stone itself, embedding intent within its form. Consequently, agency feels less like a choice *made* and more like a distributed process continually shaping being through material response, as explored in work on embodied cognition. The distinction between initial substance and subsequent modification began to dissolve, leaving one to wonder where the table truly begins.