Thinking of the fantasy of ancient technology that seems magical, otherworldly, its origins shrouded by history, its workings and making lost to time.
Thinking about the ways its use as a trope tends to go to great lengths to imagine it in a way that's external and unfamiliar.
Papermaking is an ancient technology. No one I knew growing up had the faintest idea how it was made. We used it every day.
The world came to be like lace tied together. I come from where the riverbed falls from itself ✨
She / her • 30 • Portland • into the mist, wandering the pathless path
A small place for friends to gather, quiet without being isolated. A place for being creative, or playful, or just human.