Buried Intent
Black grit lodges beneath fingernails where the spade strikes a calcified curve hidden among the rose bushes. Deep in the damp soil, an ammonite spiral emerges to interrupt the soft rot of summer roots with its rigid, prehistoric geometry. This ancient shape sits lodged within the garden like a stone implant, blurring the line between living decay and unyielding fossil. As the groundskeeper pulls back the earth, the distinction between what grows and what merely remains begins to dissolve into a single, silent strata.