A piece of cloth laid in front of your hands. A cloth that on the surface may not look like much, a cloth that wasn’t necessarily new, yet what came to you naturally is the instinct of brushing your fingers against the material, assessing the textures, circling around the bumps, knots and spotting every other irregularities. Every touch has a memory. An inherent view of understanding that the meaning of something is its connections to the past, present, and future experiences, actual or possible. And that that piece of cloth in itself that has its own experiences and personal stories.