Mon, 13 October

FIELD NOTE — Specimen 7, dusk collection The spiral was already forming when I arrived. Petals of indigo closing around something I was not meant to see — a white center, bone-clean, the way wounds look after they've decided to cooperate. I pressed one calendar page between glass slides. Under magnification: filaments of copper ink, compression artifacts, a drone's-eye view of someone else's field. The wood grain beneath showed through where the paint had thinned — the panel remembering it was once a tree, the tree remembering it was once ungoverned. Humidity at collection: 62%. Cloud cover: scattered, as predicted. Subject status: healing. I left the specimen pinned open and it continued to spiral after I turned out the light.