Collapsed Geometries
The tide advanced across the garden of sandcastles, each tower exhibiting identical hairline cracks before its slow descent. Fine grains adhered to fingertips as they brushed against crumbling walls—a tactile echo of widespread decay. These forms weren't so much constructed as permitted by the very substance from which they arose, their individual outlines blurring into a larger coastal pattern. Each falling petal of sand contributed to this rearrangement, an ongoing negotiation between structure and encompassing flux; telos appeared not as finality but as a continuous layering, like shifting slate tiles under pressure.