Trace Economies
Amber light caught dust swirling above a workbench cluttered with jars, one holding hundreds of buttons sorted by year – “1987 - Summer” stood prominently marked. Each button, cool and smooth to the touch, represented choices now distant, yet stubbornly present within the glass. The careful ordering felt less like remembering and more like drawing lines around something inherently unbounded; a futile attempt to fix what constantly shifts. Perhaps meaning wasn’t *in* the objects themselves, but in the deliberate spaces created by their arrangement—a quiet testament to how significance settles not into things, but between them.