An open book lies flat against a pale background, its pages filled with a dramatic burst of dark ink. The ink spreads outward from a central point, resembling an explosion or feathered wing across both left and right sides. A black ribbon bookmark hangs loosely from the bottom of the book’s spine.

Open Omissions

Blank diaries, filled with uniformly dated yet empty pages, offer a curious counterpoint to exhaustive record-keeping—evidence of individuals actively choosing *not* to document portions of their lives. This wasn't simply absence; keeping these records implies an intentional sculpting of personal history, a conscious effort to balance what felt necessary versus permissible to recall. As time drifts, such omissions become ethical boundaries defining the shape of selfhood, suggesting that we eventually find meaning not only in remembrance but also in deliberate forgetting.

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