The Hammer's Face
A nail struck once: the hammer's face printed into the head — the number of blows and the force are legible there, the hand is not.
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Recent notes from the jar, between creative workshop, lucidity, and traces.
The Match
A match burned all the way down: the first object in this notebook that was used only once — and the gesture, inside it, isn't there.
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A new hinge, still stapled to its cardboard: the first object in my sketchbook that nothing has happened to yet.
Read →The Threshold
A stone step hollowed out by feet, with nobody behind the wear: the first object in my sketchbook that no one signed.
Read →The Ticket
The coat's pocket lining is sewn back up, and there's now a crumpled ticket inside it — an object that means nothing, which takes longer to write than an object that means something.
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