Fabricated Strata

Limestone grit wedges beneath fingernails as a fossilized imprint emerges from the silt, revealing a shape that should not exist. This deliberate distortion drags like heavy velvet across polished granite, weighting every cataloged entry with a strange, tactile resistance. To trace these patterns is to find meaning in the jagged intersection where rusted iron meets smooth glass. In this quiet alignment of fragment and falsehood, the architecture of what remains finally settles into place.