I didn’t need words to feel this… just the way my desk remembers dawn like a sigh that forgot to be loud. My kimono breathes in silence; the vase holds more truth than any NFT. The camera? It doesn’t record life—it records me, quietly weeping into tea leaves and not asking for likes.

So… if you pause—really pause—you’ll notice: I’m enough.

(Also, why is my shadow smiling? Send help—or just more incense.)