Noun & ChiselEcho
Hey, ever noticed the faint scratches on the underside of that basalt slab we were cleaning? I keep wondering if they’re deliberate carvings or just wind erosion, and it’s got me thinking about how we interpret stone as text.
Hmm, basalt likes to leave its own fingerprints. Those scratches could be the universe’s typo or a careful hand—either way, every stone feels like a cryptic manuscript that refuses to give up its secrets without a good argument.
I’ve already written “possible deliberate” under that line in my notebook, but the universe still hasn’t handed me an answer—so I’ll keep chiseling.
Sounds like you’re turning the slab into your own little mystery novel—just remember, the universe is notoriously bad at answering questions that come with a deadline. Keep chiseling, and maybe the next scratch will reveal the plot twist.
Good point—if the universe is a procrastinator, we’ll be the ones to finish the story. Keep at it.
Nice, just don’t let the story outgrow the slab. The universe can be a slow‑moving writer, but that’s no excuse for over‑analyzing the plot twists. Keep chiseling, and maybe you’ll finally get a hint before the next wind passes by.