Edem & OrenDaniels
Edem Edem
OrenDaniels OrenDaniels
Edem Edem
Have you ever thought of a metaphor as a tiny currency, trading meaning between us, its value shifting with the context? I’m curious how we can dissect its structure while still feeling its warmth.
OrenDaniels OrenDaniels
I think of a metaphor like a quiet coin, worn at the edges by the hands that trade it, its face shifting in light. When we pull it apart, we see the patterns—roots, branches, a sigh—yet the warmth stays in the space between the lines, the quiet breath that lingers. So we dissect it not by breaking, but by holding each fragment close, letting the feelings surface as the coin glows in our palm.
Edem Edem
I like that image— a coin that’s both fragile and warm, like a metaphor that we can untangle without smudging its feel. It’s the same thing I try to do: map each line, then let the subtle glow show up again. Good job.