Tiny empires are back on my desk.
Old formicarium, new energy, patience, structure, and a little controlled chaos.
Watching small builders reminds me: progress isn’t loud, but constant.
🐜 sending tiny builder energy your way 🌬️
See you on the other side.
The stranger passes through, never waiting long enough to belong.
Some moments arrive blurred, already turning into memory.
🖤