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"No" Without Hesitation
The trilobite fossil sits on a clean oak shelf in his
bedroom. Collected as a kid along a suburban railroad
track when searching for the flattened penny after the
64-car train had passed over it. The smeared penny got
kicked out into the limestone gravel, which is where
the fossilized relief impression of the 600 million
year old creature was found. It's not the best
specimen ever discovered, but for him it's
significant. Many hours have been spent imagining what
its life was like before getting lodged in Cambrian
mud, which became limestone and was eventually mined
for slabs and gravel. Was it a good-looking trilobite?
Did it have friends? How long did it live? Dozens of
questions were asked, but never answered. In a sense,
the trilobite was his friend and confidant. A very old
friend that no one knows about. If ever asked if he
has or ever had an imaginary friend, he'd respond "no"
without hesitation. The trilobite does have mass and
form afterall. It's every bit as good as a dog, cat or
turtle— none of which he has ever owned.
worn gold leaf
the meticulously clean