A place for something simple
It rests there, completely still.
Square. Solid.
Not an object that seeks attention.
And yet – it is present.
Lu was not made to please.
It was made to endure.
To hold.
Something small. Something fine. Something touched every day.
Stone that remembers
The marble that forms Lu
doesn’t speak in words.
It remembers –
pressure, time, movement.
You see it in its veins.
You feel it in its weight.
And still, it remains calm.
Nothing about it is loud.
A moment of its own
Upon it lies soap.
With the scent of orange, and something warm
that has no name.
Perhaps it’s Mallorca.
Perhaps childhood.
Perhaps simply: a moment that is allowed to be.
The gesture that follows
is not a ritual.
It is brief.
But it is there.
And it becomes more beautiful
when what it rests on
has a form
that is worthy of it.
And that’s what it’s about
Not decoration.
Not a statement.
But attention.
For what is often overlooked.
Lu reminds us
that even the smallest things can carry weight.
And that form doesn’t need to shout
to carry meaning.