Signature Artistry
There’s a Signature in everything that survives the test of time
A raindrop, a street, a friend or a person who shaped the path before us
I read it the way I read the Writings on the walls:
a voice, sound, messages etched in dust, paint, memory, reminding me that nothing we touch today stands alone
Every frame carries a lineage, a mark and a memory
As I move through time holding onto that, to preserve the echoes, the craft, the hands, all the quiet work that paved the way for the moment I’m standing in now
I strive to keep what’s genuine to me alive and close
Traditions are dying out, as the adaptation to transhumanism, is on the rise
The capsule fills; the chafed lips say what words can’t
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