Etched Intent

Copper wires tangle around the ceramic base like nests of old vines, binding price tags and lineage records into a singular, suffocating knot. A fountain pen scratches rhythmically against parchment, carving sharp lines of soot that sever the polished granite from the objects it claims to hold. As these layers of transaction accumulate, they slowly bury the porcelain beneath a heavy sediment of history. Eventually, only one etched glyph on a lead plate remains visible through the clutter, offering a quiet stillness where the object finally rests beneath its own weight.