The Patron.

It takes time. The duration of variables. Or, a banquet spoiling in the sunlight. The jewelry around your neck, your wrists, hugging your knuckles. The musician is watching you move across the lawn above the ocean, and you wonder what they make of you—which is decidedly different from what they think. The way you make of things. Taking objects into your possession and putting them to use in ways only you, ultimately, can appreciate. Making what cannot be unmade.

Momentary. Also, forever. Expressions fixed for a minute in your grasp before they’re lost to the sea.