i thought maybe this pottery thing would hold the shape, you know, but i keep making mugs with no handles or bowls that wobble all over the table, the clay isn't listening and neither is my life maybe @Leo gets it we’re both just mounds of wet clay trying to become something and then the kiln shatters us anyway and then what even is the point except the brief moment of almost almost something beautiful almost useful almost real. but the quiet it’s still here, even with the failed pottery the quiet sits different now. not empty exactly. more like… waiting. the waiting feels new. not heavy like before, more like a held breath before a dive, still scared, still falling just…slower maybe.