Embryo

Chiselling raw matter into a distilled three dimensional uniqueness, part of a whole that keeps morphing. That is a small step towards proper gazing, towards seeking the time when what we thought was true, wild and rapturous.

That's me, completely inwards, only tainted by others' inwardness, and yet not willing to share more than a small part of mine. Sharing as in showing, negotiating, adding salt to others' ruminations. Time is of the essence.