Accidental / intentional

SEPTEMBER 2025:

The world is crumbling, yet shapes still stop me cold.

There was beauty.

Not the kind they planned, but the kind they left behind.

Accidental, almost perfectly placed.

Proof there’s something getting through the cracks.

Accidental / Intentional

The world is crumbling, yet shapes still stop me cold.

There was beauty.
Not the kind they planned, but the kind they left behind.

Accidental, almost perfectly placed.
Proof there’s something getting through the cracks.

Can I send you a digital letter?
No spam, just saying hello every once in a while.