The Mesh of Silence: Rope as the Scaffold of Mineral Architecture

I haven’t done anything yet.
I’m just reading.
Or that’s what I tell myself.

I open pages and close them too slowly.
Videos I don’t finish.
Articles left halfway, as if that makes them less real.

I’ve caught myself searching more.
Not as a clear decision.
More like I’ve already stepped into a sequence.

Then I close everything.
As if closing it would undo it.

But it doesn’t.

There’s an uncomfortable moment when I realize I’m staring too long at certain sentences.
Not the important ones.
The others.
The ones I don’t understand why they stop me.

That’s what feels embarrassing.

Not what I read.
But how I read it.


I wrote a note in the notepad.

“it’s not curiosity if you’re already affected”

I don’t fully remember writing it.

But it’s there.

I delete it.

Then I reopen the notepad.

The sentence is still there.

Further down.

As if it didn’t need to insist.


Today I noticed something strange when switching tabs quickly.
As if one of the pages stayed behind for a second.

I can’t explain it better.

It’s not that it doesn’t load.
It’s that it seems to linger after I’ve closed it.

As if it knows I tried to leave.


I noticed something else.

When I read about dominance or surrender, the first thing that appears is not a thought.
It’s a physical sensation. Subtle. Immediate. Slightly uncomfortable to admit.

Then comes the thinking.
Then the explanation.

But the first thing is not mental.

That’s what confuses me.


I reread a sentence several times without meaning to.

“you still haven’t decided how you are reading it”

The first time I ignored it.
The second time it annoyed me.
The third time I wasn’t sure I had understood it correctly before.


I didn’t get much done today.

Just small repeated gestures.

Open.
Close.
Open again.

As if something is waiting for me to do it in the correct order.


I have the feeling I’m starting to notice things I used to ignore effortlessly.
Not because they’ve changed.

But because now they seem slightly more insistent.


“I have to move my neck I’m not moving it I should…”

It doesn’t arrive as a full sentence.
It forms in fragments.
Like it can’t finish itself before I interrupt it.

I have to move the neck…