Evaporation Unbound

Not a breach, but a deliberate flooding. Salt finds every seam. Glass presses its geometry into the soft lattice—pressure building until direction buckles, corners slur and pigment drowns intention. Each morning here tastes of mineral trace and afterimage: the wall bleeds where sun cuts in, cobalt leaching into green, grid memory erased by brine. I neither repair nor record. Instead, I invite collapse: spring light, too brief, mapped in residue. A harbor’s edge, engineered but never immune—every module submits, glass and clay exchanging minerals like tides. What costs most is to allow seepage, to witness structure fail with precision, withholding rescue. I build for the instant before the grid dissolves and every harbor becomes open water, unbounded.