Aria Nadii

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Here is a tablet, an ikon constructed from the flotsam of a hundred years, and looking yet as if it was the hundred years itself that constructed this thing without the agency of human intervention. An accretion of layers, like the sediment of time that holds ancient movement arrested in fossilization. Or like a house in a ghost town, populated by the hustle and bustle of the wind and the flora and fauna, each of which in their way metabolizes the memory of human hands and voices.