Custody

Nothing is ever truly broken. It is only formed anew." - once a wise man said.

Seven months ago I had 11 followers. Today I hold an ember in a handwoven net — not because it is fragile, but because it was given to me to carry. The thread that dangles is not a wound. It is the seam where someone else's hand met mine. Web3 did not save me. It taught me that kintsugi is not a metaphor. The crack is where the gold goes. The ember is what we pass on.