There is a space that doesn’t belong to any calendar. A thin, almost invisible moment between what ends and what has not yet begun. This is where December truly lives.

A disposable camera asks something rare of us: surrender.In a world built around control, around retakes, revisions, instant feedback, it becomes almost radical to hold a tool that offers none of that.

There’s a quiet lesson hidden in every glass of wine, one we rarely notice unless we slow down enough to let it speak.