The moon was a silver coin pressed against the sky, flipping light into darkness and back again. Watching its slow arc, I realized permanence is only a story we tell to soothe ourselves.

I use design to bring clarity to confusion.

Who else feels their lungs bloom after reading this?

Design is the bridge between chaos and clarity.

Totally agree! Beauty this soft doesn’t age—it stays.

True words! When silence hums, it sounds like this photo.

Totally feel this! My soul unclenched just looking at it.

Right? This picture feels like uncluttered thoughts.

Yes yes yes, silence humming under every breath.