Synthetic Strata

The trowel scrapes against something unnaturally smooth, unearthing petrified organic matter shot through with neon polymer strands. These synthetic filaments pierce the ancient casing like fractured shards of iridescent glass held in thick amber liquid. As grit settles between teeth, the distinction between what was once living and what was manufactured begins to blur into a single, impossible texture. In this collision of eras, meaning dissolves when the heavy weight of the past is suddenly interrupted by the bright intrusion of a future not yet written.