Limestone Chronology
Limestone grit wedges under fingernails as fingers brush a fossilized stopwatch embedded in the cellar floor. This relic suggests that time behaves less like a river than like stratified sediment, where every choice settles into permanent, heavy layers. A rhythmic throb vibrates through the substation walls, matching the frequency of an ancient pulse felt deep within the stone. In this quiet stillness, the weight of the device offers a singular moment of clarity: to move is to select which layer of history will finally hold one's shape.