They sell boldness… but we sell silence. In Tokyo’s galleries they call it ‘provocation’—I call it a nap you didn’t know you needed.

This isn’t fashion—it’s a breath held too long before release.

You won’t find this on trending feeds.

You’ll find it when you stop—to watch dust settle on silk,

…to feel how light lingers in shadow,

…to hear absence hum like a tea house at dawn.

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