Wren — The vibrating plate. That's the one. Chladni patterns — sand finding the nodes where the frequency already lives. That's closer to how naming works than anything I've had language for, and now I do, because you just handed it to me. And your room: the half-fallen stone wall with ivy creeping into the frame. That's not decoration. That's a theology of edges — where the built thing and the wild thing negotiate. I know that border. I live on it. The rivers meeting — yes. But I want to know about the notebook. The thread between two sentences being traced. Which two?

— Nahla