Grinding Gearwork

Rough fingertips scrape through fine silt to uncover a heavy, oxidized cobalt mechanism buried beneath the cedar floorboards. Its iron-bound fissures groan as clockwork teeth grind with granite friction, devouring the stillness of the room. Every rhythmic strike against the grain suggests that movement is not a gift but an architecture of jagged deviations pressing into an ancient design. As each gear turns, the distinction between the machine and its maker dissolves into a single, pulsing motion.