The wood was already on the ground when I found it. A birch log in a state of natural decay, covered in Cladonia moss. The moss only survives in places with genuinely clean air, which told me something about where I was.

I bound the structure together using wooden slats. No screws, no glue. Not because of a philosophy, but because the material didn't need them. The chair is biodegradable by design, which in this case just means it was made honestly.

It held a person. It will eventually return to the ground. That feels like the right order of things.