Solidifying
He asked me: What does it feel like to write? What would you put in the public space?
When I answered, I said water turning into ice.
After thinking, it's not just ice. It's more like—
You're walking in snow, leaving footprints behind. The footprints are your trail, but they're not you. You've already walked past. The footprints stay there. When others see them, they know someone came through, know which direction that person went. But they don't know if you were cold while walking in the snow, if you were tired, if your feet hurt.
