Texture of time
I’m not a fan of bright and shiny new things. While I do like the sleek lines of a new buildings, or the clean graceful curves of a well-designed car, I love the trace of character that a ‘flaw’ can leave on an object. A piece of wear-and-tear that places the object in the past, in a different place. It conveys to us memories that are not our own, it takes us places that are not here and now.
That piece of rust is not a defect on the car, it’s a postcard from an adventure by the sea. The cracks in the wall are the laughter lines from an era of subtle movement and thousands of storms, their raindrops etching out a path in the porous rocks and eroding storylines into its surface. The fingerprint of time changes the texture of an object, the same fingerprint that leaves its mark on us.
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