So I chose the name "Red Clay Wings" for a couple reasons, mostly because I love paradoxes. And I'm definitely partial to any that concern dirt and sky, ground and flight, the physical and non-physical.
I was also drawn to this name because it speaks about the malfunction of purpose. Wings are made to push down on air, allowing their owners to see from a removed place, freeing them from the bounds of their own weight. Most days, it feels like my wings are the weight. And they are crumbly and broken like red clay earth.
