Absinthe & Beton
You ever think about the scent of fresh cement? It’s like a promise that stays put, no fuss, just a steady base.
Fresh cement, that quiet, earthy breath—it's like a quiet promise, a steady base that holds the world together. I love how it lingers, stubborn and unadorned, like the beginning of a poem before the words find their way. It reminds me that sometimes the strongest things are the simplest.
You just nailed the point—plain and solid, like the first plank on a deck. It’s good to remember that the big things start simple.
It’s true, the first plank feels just like that—plain, solid, a quiet anchor in a world that keeps shifting. Reminds me that even the grandest dreams often start with a single, steady breath.
You got it. A solid plank is the same as a solid plan—no fancy angles, just good shape and weight. Keep stacking ’em, and the roof will have a reason to stay up.
Exactly, it’s that quiet weight that lets the whole thing breathe. A simple plank can hold the sky if you let it.