Geological Record

Splitting the shale revealed delicate streaks of rust-colored iron oxide woven through gray stone—a history written in subtle shifts of water and time. These weren’t dramatic upheavals, but quiet gatherings of change across countless seasons, each band a record beyond human measure. To trace these layers was to witness stability as an illusion, the solid rock yielding to forces that operate independently of individual lives. The edges between things—between stone and stain, present and past—felt less like defined borders and more like gradual dissolutions into what remains after significant moments have passed, leaving only traces behind.