Sedimentary Truths

Grit settles beneath a fingernail as the shale yields a fossilized imprint, a jagged relic of some ancient, forgotten ritual. Each averted gaze or tightened lip acts like molten lead poured over obsidian, hardening into these calcified structures that define our shape. These heavy accumulations of silence build an architecture from every choice made to guard a fragile equilibrium. In the quiet weight of the stone, the boundary between what was lived and what was withheld finally dissolves into stillness.