Buried Blueprints
Dust-caked floorboards yield a cache of letters, their edges softened into a fine silt that clings to searching fingertips. These scraps address an intended recipient long since vanished, standing like unpolished basalt blocks against the current tide of selfhood. One must decide whether these scripts are merely sediment to be swept aside or the very lattices required to construct a coherent soul. In the quiet light, the decision settles into a single, steady breath.