Not sure what it is but it’s scary
Stone with a hole
Chunky wild garlic pesto
Clay Slurry Chalk COOK IT Crush it Mix with water Pour into the hollow Backwards writing to reveal material matters
Ha-ha Wall (after MLT)
Living outside Loving outside Visiting the Cretaceous by standing on a chalk cliff Visiting the Cretaceous by existing in England! You’re on it! You’re in it! It’s the science feeling!!
"hard rock geologists are all bastards"
flatness & wetness
So, when I realised that the reason I could feel it so intensely was that I’d never slept in that room before. It felt strange to see the room from another perspective. But also, I realised at around 4:30am that this was where it happened. I’ve never been much of a believer in ‘presences’ and suchlike, but I was interested in how there might be a layer of memory or occurrence lingering in the space. The words came to me really freely the night before, your voice and mine, having a conversation. I wondered whether it was because of this new perspective that I could hear your words more clearly than I have in a long time.
It might be easier another time
Chalk: I hadn’t prepared myself for it to be so sad. I didn’t expect to be hit with a wave of sadness when I entered the house, and every time he hurried indoors for something Clay: my darling. Chalk: and your things! Your things were everywhere! Reminders of your intense creativity and joyful approach to life. Clay: but those things aren’t me. I’m not here, you know that. Chalk: of course, I know. But I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. Clay: not better or worse. Just different. Chalk: I’m struggling to understand why it’s sadder this time. Clay: maybe you don’t need to understand... perhaps it’s enough just to let yourself feel it? Chalk: that’s easier said than done Clay: I think that’s the case for the things that are most worth doing.
Chalk & Clay
scraped soft rocks