The first thread

The silence is broken here. Not by sound, but by a decision.

The needle finds the opening. There is a slight resistance—a brief moment where the leather holds its ground before yielding. Then, the passage.

The waxed cord follows, slipping through the opening and emerging on the other side. It is a quiet, deliberate movement. A crossing of a line.

With this single motion, the nature of the time changes. The tension is no longer just potential; it is real. The flat surface is now bound.

We have committed to the form. The thread is pulled tight, anchoring the intent. We cannot go back to the untouched state of a moment ago.

The object is not yet finished. But it has begun.

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