It is glamorous fantasies fall from hand rolling to sketches. It is from the dust on the craftsman's bench, but not tarnish metals yet. It is from under artist bed was a metal box spilling old pictures and emotional memories. It is from those moments- glistening silver spoons to let people taste dirty, sloppy, bitter, and strong coffee, tea, or sweet ice cream. It is from the past and future. Because it is the first tools put in our mouth to taste the world when we were born, it is from the beginning and the end because before we die, it is last tools put in our mouth to feel the medicine and pain.