Letters

I spent my morning watching some guys pull up the stone pathway outside my office. The stones had been looking rough for ages. They all pointed fingers at the last heat season, but then they lifted that heavy slate, and we saw what was going on down in the dark…

I always assumed that making a massive decision was a mental exercise, a matter of mapping out risks in a quiet room. But this morning, when I held the contract, I understood that the mind does not decide at all. They have a distinct physical weight, and they demand a very specific kind of surrender…

I learnt that speed is the ultimate currency of the builder. Until I stopped to examine the rings of an old tree someone had cut down. It turns out that wood forced to grow too fast becomes wide, soft, and incapable of bearing actual weight…