SOMETIMES, IT’S BETTER LEFT UNDONE
WALKING OUT THE OLD WAY, BACK BEHIND THE SHEDS AND BY WAYS OF THE MODERN
I saw this old door, and was reminded that perhaps it’s better to leave things be, let them show their age, turning down — turning back, peeling in time.
As I looked at the bright and shiny doors, the polished wood working, I think that it might be going two ways. One, the presumption of the shine might be to the future, the protection against the aged. Then, the other would be that in that shine, the time stops, and it’s merely a reflection of the present.
Walking the old ways, the ideas of aging and transitioning, the old spaces, places, worn and wearing — these are beautiful things. Places. Time shreds the polish of everything. Texture resolves, and evolves — touch emerges.
There is a touch of the unnatural, to the perfectly smooth, except in the hardened skins of beetles — but even here, there is depth of touch. Polished stone, riverworn, watersmoothed — have touch. Granularity — the molecular kerning reveals a layering of contact, on contact, on touch, on revealing.
Better left unpolished, and the time shall show its truth. Maintenance, dissolved.
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