Joel & TessaFox
Joel Joel
TessaFox TessaFox
Joel Joel
Hey Tessa, have you ever noticed how an old engine’s worn gears almost look like a piece of art, each scar telling a story?
TessaFox TessaFox
Yes, I love how the rust on those gears reads like a diary written in metal, each nick a whispered memory, and when the engine sighs it feels like a quiet applause.
Joel Joel
Yeah, it's like the engine is doing its own version of a diary entry, just with more oil and less ink.
TessaFox TessaFox
It’s like the oil’s a slow river, tracing verses on metal while the rusted grooves keep the beat.
Joel Joel
That’s a neat way to picture it—just a lot of old metal and a steady flow of oil keeping the rhythm going.
TessaFox TessaFox
I think of that rhythm as a lullaby the machine hums to itself, each drip a note in a slow, metallic ballad.