in Frame

In the grand tapestry of existence, a frame is not merely a boundary, but a silent architect of meaning. It is the invisible hand that shapes our perspective, carving out moments from the chaos of infinity to give them form and purpose. Like the wooden edges of a painting, a frame holds together the colors of our experiences, defining where one story ends and another begins. Yet, it is also a window, inviting us to peer beyond its limits, to question what lies outside its embrace. To frame is to choose, to focus, to create—a sacred act of curation in a world that is endlessly vast.