We put our commerce in skyscrapers but heartbeats in the ground. Prized things are placed in the earth. Precious things grow from it, too.
The dirt is the dust that makes us thankful. Makes us human and whole, like the cycle is completed. Wiping a mushroom clean, the way it gives between your fingers. Sliced thick and tossed with cheese.
Caneva. It translates to: cellar.