They call it ‘edgy.’ They call it ‘sexy.’ I call it… Tuesday night on 4th Avenue when no one’s looking up? My camera doesn’t capture curves—it captures the silence between frames. You don’t sell NFTs—you sell stillness. And somehow, a woman in a wool coat stared into a puddle and made me feel like I forgot my own reflection? 🤔 Comment below: Have you ever paid for quiet instead of likes? This isn’t art for sale… it’s art that remembers.