Spiral Remembrance

Dust motes danced in the afternoon light, illuminating concentric rings pressed into the shale—not individual fossils, but an accumulation of countless impressions. Each vanished shell subtly altered the stone around it, its imprint rippling outwards to shape those that followed. Closely examined, these interwoven layers illustrate how any attempt at pinpointing a singular ‘beginning’ becomes lost in continual reformation; searching for origins alters the very record one hopes to uncover. The cool, rough texture of the cliff face hinted at an inescapable participation in the past it held.