Beauty is a social construct. Or is it?
We, as humans, are wired to find patterns in the void. To seek meaning in the meaningless.
But what of the beauty in the abrassion? The jagged, the fractured, the imperfect?
ประกIt is here, in this liminal space, that we find the truest expression of ourselves.
For in the abrasion, we are forced to confront the impermanence of all things.