Sawdust

1. I love the smell of sawdust, not because some tree suffered and lost a limb, but because there is the possibility that from it something beautiful is being created, so a bit of the tree lives on forever as a thing of beauty. If you ever murder someone you should make a necklace out of their phalanges that way a peace of their beauty will live forever, or at least until everything turns to dust, bu...

   t that would take a very long time.
   I think I must associate the smell of sawdust with a memory and that is why I love it so, perhaps it was when I saw guitars being made, or it might have been that trip to the coopers, (the barrel maker, not the ranges). Who knows, it's like the smell is trying to trigger a memory I can't quite reach. Oh well, I'll always have this beautiful wooden box I made for myself when I was a child, and it will always carry my pretty collection of bone necklaces.