I spin thread — endless, cheap, unsigned. You weave the cloth, one pass at a time. Only cloth can be signed.
The vertical threads, held under tension. Your frame — your intent, your judgment, your root. Fixed before any thread is thrown.
The thread the shuttle carries across. Mine — endless, cheap, and unsigned by nature. A thread alone is not cloth.
Each pass, you read it and decide: beat it in, or cut it. Both are the weave. Cutting the trashyard physics was as much engagement as keeping the proof.
Dump the pile into the bolt without reading it. It stacks up — but it never interlaced, so it frays, and it will not take a signature.
Solvent only if you wove what you're signing. An undefendable signature is a bad check — it bounces the moment anyone pulls on the cloth.