Precarious Symmetry
Stacked oranges fill the wooden crate, their bright skins catching afternoon light while dust settles into the spaces between them. Pressing a finger against one reveals a shadow beneath its surface—a mark from countless small collisions during its journey. The fruit’s shape isn't fixed; each bears impressions of past encounters with others, subtly altering its form and hinting at an internal history. This delicate balance of arrangement implies that value is not intrinsic but born through contact, a quiet cost woven into the symmetry of the pattern itself.