We await the congealments in two test dishes. Each dish represents a memory capsule of sorts, stray elements, a letter from a typewriter, old pieces of jewelry, scattered castings of dried seeds and flower petals. One uses Damar varnish, the other polyurethane. The first has been taking the better part of a month to dry. We watch its chemical hatching every morning with childish anticipation for its congealings and ossifications. Once dry, we will suspend the lucky capsule in a field of oil paint, ready for its semantic re-birth.