Orchard Static
A fingertip followed an ochre vein within the concrete's surface, cool and unyielding despite the warmth of the room. Stacks of oranges rose and fell under repeated construction, each attempt subtly losing its former shape before collapsing into a fragrant disarray. This cycle wasn’t about building permanence; instead, it exposed structure as a fleeting effect—a consequence of continued action rather than inherent design. The scent of citrus hung heavy in the air as the hand stilled, coated with juice and peel, observing the shadowed capillaries forming within the next pile.