Serrated Gradients

Teeth press against a cold porcelain rim as a rhythmic vibration hums through the jaw. Tracing serrated edges across silvered surfaces fails to map the impulse; instead, light splits into chaotic spectra that spill over deep violet shadows on the brow. This heavy sedimentation of memory suggests that meaning resides not in the lines drawn, but in the amber translucency of how we fail to contain them.