Attractor/Repellant sliding scale (circular)

Tuesday 28 May. Afternoon. Searching for pebble fossils on Penally Beach. 

In the straggly line of blue slate, flint and quartz drawn by the turning tide are blooms of insulation foam scum the colour of rancid butter from nobody knows which boat-yard, holed wall, old car, plumbed leak or bodge-job. They are hard to touch.  My daughter said, “Yuck.” 

"Hard as stone," I insisted. But she hammered away a fragment with her thin blue slate. Inside it was pure white. No knowing its age, no tree rings, no knots, no pearls. No doings at all.

Is any growth or gathering of minerals possible here? Can a thing repel all things? I think about the insubstantiality of flow gathering things within in it, and how some things are sticky and some are not. Some things stay open and others seem to be always closed. Some traces are plainly obvious and others take a huge amount of concentration before you can bring them besides the open.

So much work and so many more thoughts have been achieved during my current masters and very little has been shared. I'm still trying to break out of a hermit phase. This is some of that.