Only Skylights - ABBONDANZA

Fragments of light. Splintered reality. Memory slipping into dreamstate. Shadow puppets at the edges of belief. Small rituals: birthday candles, the last drop of wine, 11:11. Quiet questions cast into the dark. Who is listening?

Lucky numbers. Repeating patterns. Meaning made from coincidence, something to hold when certainty slips. How many times can the same wish be spoken before it feels like faith, or habit? What do we reach for to feel safe?

Happiness as a brief spark. Dissonance fading slowly, until only a distant hum remains: something once familiar, still echoing.

@clairegoldes @abbondanz.a

Photo by Tessa Fungo