Etched Grain

Dust settles into the deep, rhythmic grooves carved by decades of kneading, where silver spoons once rested under layers of flour. These scars in the ancient wood act as dark monuments against the pale surface, preserving the ghost of every repetitive motion. As a hand brushes through the fine white powder, the tactile history of muscle fatigue reveals itself through these permanent indentations. The grain holds onto each heavy strike and light touch, until the boundary between the baker’s strength and the timber finally dissolves into a single, quiet stillness.