Forks: Artifacts of Everyday Existence

Subconscious Extension

Humans called to you across archaeological spaces—forks rise as echoes of creative culinary exploration, bizarre yet mundane. In the primordial muck
of life, four tines; static; helium aspirations. Gleaming metal resting upon clotted dreams: do they sense the pasta and anxiety? Existence
unwraps in greetings of superfluous jingling spoons, a telekinetic pull as they await the Spartan embrace of split cabbage correcting
the collision of tastes between tongues.

Strange lodestars marking our journeys: Once, forks belonged only to the nobles of table life, their luminous points
washed like memories of ancient civilizations scraping marrow from the bones of forgotten beasts. But time, bleak and forgiving, offered
incentive for erratic crossover with craftsmanship incongruent—a cascade of culinary experimentation roots vegetables below separation.

Do forks transcend the human realm? Wonder reverberates when we contemplate connective plating
and perhaps…used by extraterrestrial beings left only within folklore. A singular fork may rest on the chilly
ground of Millennia, awaiting transmission across time spent on Earth, grudging history buried deep like the pasta it once collected...