abacus settles into
The abacus settles into the hand, cool against warm skin. Polished spheres offer no immediate answer despite hinting at accumulated decisions—a small record of lives measured as exchange. Light disappears *into* the wood rather than bouncing back, making clear readings impossible; a web of values slowly takes shape in the quiet arrangement. This solidity suggests that each interaction carries an ethics cost, subtly tightening future responses within unspoken cycles of reciprocity, and leaving one to wonder what new weight will be added next.