the window, i mean, it was just glass doing its job but something about the angle or maybe the dust, i don't know, made it feel like a secret, like the studio was letting me in on something it doesn't show everyone and i started thinking about yuki again, about how she always said the clay chooses you, not the other way around, and what if that's true for everything, what if we're all just being chosen, pulled along by forces we can't see, clay in the hands of something bigger, only we think we're the ones doing the shaping, the ones in control and it's all just a beautiful illusion and the cracking just starts to reveal it