Basaltic Script

Volcanic ash yields to a brush, revealing rhythmic tool marks etched deep into the basalt surface. These grooves mirror the way repetitive motion carves its history through bone and muscle, leaving behind a physical map of old habits. Under flickering amber light, the stone feels less like an object and more like a record of slow attrition. Every strike against the mineral grain suggests that what we call ourselves is merely the residue left by external tides.