basket candles

“We’ll talk soon,” she said with a smile.

As I lay on the couch in the kitchen falling asleep to candlelight that evening, I realized that we never would.

My last conscious thoughts were of the pattern in the baskets on the table being just another stiffer version of the fabric that gave its name to technology.

Weaving back and forth, then falling apart, their work was never recognized in any Textile Age.

Flakes of stone took to the stage.