I like rocks and trinkets as tangible moments. It feels like being an archaeologist of the future who got to travel back to the past they’ve pondered. When seeing a mother tying her child’s shoe at the grocery store feels as reverent as watching a mother stitch a shoe since found in excavation.
What was important to them then? = What is important to me now?
I haven’t picked up a rock in a good bit – how do you choose a stone when your feet feel ungrounded? What is tangible in a state of intangibility?
I don’t know
I guess I ought to go digging for more treasured moments even when the site feels barren, section by section with patience and determination – certainty that something is to be found even when unsure what I’m looking for.
A reminder: that I like this.
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