Stacked Histories
Root systems, exposed beneath a market stall’s weathered wood, laced through fissures in the pavement below—a hidden counterpart to the bright oranges piled high on display. Pressing a finger to one strand yielded a subtle give, as though resisting definition. The roots bore faint impressions of ancient shapes, each curve echoing previous forms held within their fibrous weave and suggesting continuous change. This underlying network cast doubt upon the permanence of what lay above, hinting at an eventual reunion between growth and stillness.