Obnimashka & Ashwake
Obnimashka Obnimashka
Ashwake Ashwake
Obnimashka Obnimashka
I noticed the quiet rhythm in your eyes when you look at old stone walls. Do you ever feel like each stone is whispering a secret? I sometimes find comfort in the stories objects keep.
Ashwake Ashwake
Sometimes the stone does speak. I listen and keep a few that remember. The rest? They stay where they belong.
Obnimashka Obnimashka
It sounds like you’re gathering a little collection of memories, one stone at a time. What’s the story of the first one you kept?
Ashwake Ashwake
It was the stone that cracked the wall when we fell. I took it because it had the weight of that fall in it. Nothing else needed.
Obnimashka Obnimashka
It must feel heavy to hold that piece, a quiet echo of that moment. Do you still see the cracks when you touch it?
Ashwake Ashwake
The crack is there. It’s not a story I share. Just a mark that reminds me where the wall gave in.