#9 of the 'Place Where Stray Things Go' Collection.
Remains of a single, once vibrant crimson flower rest on the dusty pavement. Its decaying petals, now curled and fading into muted shades of brown, are living out their last moments quietly telling a story of the fragility of life. Time leaves its teeth marks on all things, and this flower is no exception. A gentle tribute to the beauty of the impermanence and nature's fleeting moments.

Story of her life 2 

#5 of the 'Place Where Stray Things Go' Collection' 
Amid the chaos of the urban sprawl lies an unexpected relic—a dried-out tomato, forgotten and abandoned. Once vibrant and full of life, now a shadow of its former juicy self, it rests on the pavement, a silent witness to the passage of time and the indifference of the world around it. If it could speak it might say that sometimes the most interesting stories are found in the smallest, most forgotten things.

I say tomato, they say fuck you 2

#5 of the 'Place Where Stray Things Go' Collection'
A blank yellow sticky note discarded on the ground, glowing brightly under the indifferent gaze of the sun. Its emptiness is not an accident. Who left it here? Was it meant for you? This naked sticky note is not just an object—it’s a question, a riddle, or maybe a trap. What happens when you write on it? What happens if you don’t?  

Naked

#4 of the 'Place Where Stray Things Go' Collection' 

Amid the chaos of the urban sprawl lies an unexpected relic—a dried-out tomato, forgotten and abandoned. Once vibrant and full of life, now a shadow of its former juicy self, it rests on the pavement, a silent witness to the passage of time and the indifference of the world around it. If it could speak it might say that sometimes the most interesting stories are found in the smallest, most forgotten things.  
