Oily Reflections

A brass knob, cool and heavy in the palm, lacks a price, its surface polished dark with countless touches. The metal yields no clear reflection; instead, it seems to swallow light, softening outlines as you focus. This lack of definition doesn’t feel like absence but an invitation—a subtle pull towards considering how long it has been held, traded, and lost. Perhaps value isn't inherent in the object itself, but demonstrated through continued engagement with its quiet history; a cohesive bond formed across time.