There stood the life where you simply said 'No' and never explained it to anyone. It stood under glass, preserved in amber light, completely whole, completely unlived, and startlingly quiet.
A gallery of drafts, unchosen routes, and lives abandoned at the threshold.
High plaster ceilings, dust motes in slanted sunlight, brass stanchions.
Motifs
🗝The Heavy Keys
◫The Inherited Maps
〰The Red Thread
Figures
The Tailor
The Cartographer
Notes
- Every life you didn't choose continues to inhabit its own small vitrine.