Oblivion & BrushDust
Oblivion Oblivion
BrushDust BrushDust
Oblivion Oblivion
I've been thinking about how the slightest scratches on a marble piece can reveal a story no restoration ever fully understands—ever noticed that?
BrushDust BrushDust
Yes, I notice every tiny scratch, and I think of them as unfinished arguments etched into the marble. They’re honest, but they never really tell the whole story.
Oblivion Oblivion
It’s like a puzzle left half‑solved, a silent witness to a conflict that never ended—each mark a reminder that truth is always a step away.
BrushDust BrushDust
I see every tiny scratch as a little argument the stone has kept for itself, but the truth is still hidden in the grain, not finished by anyone.
Oblivion Oblivion
A stone keeps its quarrels like secrets in its veins—quiet, unspoken, always one layer deeper.