Reality is too heavy for people. So they rent illusion and call it happiness.
For your own peace, try not to understand everything. Live it, take it as it comes, and let some of it stay unexplained.
But if you insist on buying happiness, this is the right object for it. Copper laid into black leather under heat and pressure, band after band, each one looking like the edge of somewhere better. Horizons, stacked. None of them arrive.
The copper decides where it settles. I only decide when to stop.
A classic fold: room for the old ID card, for cards, for notes, and for whatever else people carry to feel prepared.
One in the world. Cut, stitched and finished by Alexandra, in Arad.
Reality is too heavy for people. So they rent illusion and call it happiness.
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