The fluidity reprises in ash, delivering softness to its next shape

a cloudy appearance of remembering and re-remembering scattered by the ever-present droplets, disseminating in random directions until a moment of equilibrium

in between a person and another person, a person and an environment, a person and a piece of history, a piece of history and a material, a material and a person...

the sugar is constantly transforming from one state to another-- a plant, a candy, a liquid, a memory, a manuscript, a name, many names. 

...but no one remembered P3303, and one of the most ancient names for cane sugar in Chinese.