we live in narrow realms
by necessity
by chance
by the unthought will of an unknown star
Petroglyphs carved into marble in the now of millennia. Peoples living, moving, north south east west. In the eastern shadows and waters of the Sierras west of Death Valley. Many carvings destroyed in the white settler era by mining the marble stone. Thought gestures of exacting desire — carving, mining — an extraction, intention, abandon. Dust and starry skies prevail.
