The new stone, the old stone




There is no way for me to be aware of the new piece of stone sitting in the garden if it wasn’t the gardener mentioning to me. Although this piece of stone that he brought in this morning is as big as a two-year-old child, it is so unapparent when lying on top of the pebbles in the garden. It seems more like a stone that has been here for decades, or even hundreds of year, as if having gone through all the thunder and rainfall with the patch of land it lies on.

This piece of stone has indeed witnessed many phases of the city’s history. It was once attached to the Kyoto tramway, and got grinned smooth by the tram wheels and pedestrians’ steps. After decades of serving, all of its sharp edges were polished flat. Stones along the tramway were removed after the tram ceased running for the city; it finally went on a separate path with many other stones, which also scattered around the gardens of different households.

The gardener then told me that these abandoned old stones were once unwanted material. There was a time when people only looked for shiny stones when decorating a new house or store, which seem to indicate a new era and a new life. At some point people somehow changed their attitude and started to appreciate the gentleness of old stones; the price suddenly increased by three to four times because people finally got to know their value. Regardless of the radical price increase, old stones are still loved by the market, as their beauty is irreproducible. Such beauty cannot be recreated by human, because it is entirely in the hands of the time that human can never control.