Ice cube tray

Sometimes, we do much injustice when we confine something as fluid and versatile as water, into an ice cube tray. We cannot hold water in our hands without it escaping from our grasp, so this is the only way for us to capture them and hold them in our palms in absolute certainty.

As we pour them, droplet by droplet, into the fanciful trays, we cast them in our moulds and assign them to our predetermined shapes. We put them in the freezer, and leave them in the cold for a while. Shortly after, we have nice pieces of well-formed ice, in an orderly fasion. No one is out of place, no exceptions, no differences other than the ones we have allowed.

But as soon as they leave the ice box, they start to shed away their defined edges, and return to their uncongealed state, to a free-form substance again.