Dysfunctional / In transit
Claymen in motion, in waiting, in between.
We’re all between somewhere and something. Between meetings. Between feelings. Between arrival and departure. Claymen are no exception. They’re between states of being. mid-thought, mid-motion, mid-emotion.
They haven’t quite arrived. They haven’t fully left. Some are still in crates. Others sit quietly on shelves marked “fragile.” A few have wandered out, unsure where to go. None are fully settled. All are somewhere between. These aren’t just characters in transit. They are metaphors in motion, still unpacking what it means to be.
