Orange segments filled woven baskets under a bright awning; each tag pulsed with a slightly different hue. The vendor built a pyramid of fruit, its peak holding the largest, most vividly colored specimens—and highest prices. A quiet scrutiny revealed that cost wasn’t dictated by size alone, but by subtle variations in sheen and weight, almost as if assessing not what *was* there, but how much someone believed should be. This small arrangement echoed larger patterns of value assigned through collective wanting, a delicate balance held within the wooden frame of the stall.
