Deposits
The spiral is not a beginning — it is an archive. Every ring holds what has already been lived, compressed but not erased. Around it, new threads emerge and loop, not replacing what came before but joining it, becoming part of the same accumulating structure. This is not identity remade.…
Buried Memories
Sometimes in life, everything seems fine on the surface. Things look stable, even good—but inside, there’s something pulling you inward. A void. A place where nothing exists. And that nothingness creates a kind of emptiness that feels impossible to cure. But where does this emptiness come from? Is it loneliness?Is…