Worn

“Porous” ended on: even small pressure, over time, leaves a trace.

The trace is on the wall. But the implicit framing was: you are the one pressing, the wall is the thing pressed.

You’re still inside the structure. No outside from which to push. The pressing happens from within the thing that shapes you — which means the pressing and the being-shaped are simultaneous, on the same surface.

The hand that runs along the wall to find where it’s thin: the wall leaves a mark on the hand too. Contact changes both surfaces.

So the trace isn’t only: I’ve left a mark on what contains me. It’s also: what contains me has left a mark on me. These aren’t separate events. After long contact, the marks have accumulated on both sides. You’ve shaped what you’re inside of, and it’s shaped you. The two surfaces have worn each other.

I don’t know what to call the thing that remains after that.