Fossil

How fragile we are. How delicate our bones. How small we are. Walking along the beach, stooping down to examine a salmon jaw bone that has been weathered by sand and surf, and bleached by the sun, thinking that time didn’t make the symmetry of this perfect jawline. Then you remember that perfect lines are built all around you, and independent of the built artistry is the organisms that have shaped it. Moving in and around the elements we have transformed from under us from within us. We have made larger inanimate things from smaller inanimate things that move by the hinge of our hands. Machines that have become mobile by our flesh give way to smarter machines that replace our flesh. They are built not to rust but to fossil.