It was only dust, sprinkled without thought on a kitchen counter. Yet when the light fell upon it, when the camera caught its specks, it became something more. It became a nebula, a field of stars suspended over an everyday surface.
The piece was called Stardust on the Countertop, and it reminded the collective of the closeness of the infinite. The same particles that built suns and planets drifted in the corners of our homes. The cosmic and the mundane were not separate, but bound.
For care3much, this was a manifesto in disguise. To see differently was to live differently. It was proof that minimalism was not emptiness but an invitation—to discover the infinite even in decay, even in dust.