“What’s in a Scrap?” — Why Waste Holds Memory
Scraps aren’t just leftovers.
They are echoes of choices, hands, and time.
I often pick up tiny pieces of fabric—scraps that were meant to be thrown away.
But when I touch them, I feel something.
A faint softness.
A memory of someone choosing that fabric.
Of scissors passing through it.
Of care, or maybe rush.
But always, a moment.
That’s what scraps are made of.
Scraps may be small, irregular, forgotten—
but that’s why they are real.
They weren’t designed to be perfect.
They became perfect by surviving.
Each scrap holds a possibility.
Not just to be used again—
but to be remembered, remade, and respected.
So the next time I pick up a scrap,
I don’t ask, “What can I make from this?”
I ask,
“What story is still hiding here?”
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