We are taught to compete.
To become exceptional, rare, and flawless.
In doing so,
we often lose sight of our ordinary selves.
"When did ordinary stop being enough?"
For NOMR,
these moments are real life.
Unframed.
Unfiltered.
Quietly human.
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A fragment of memory.
Something once felt.
Something once lived.
Not preserved.
Just remembered. -
A trace of time.
Something once passed.
Something slowly shaped.
Not seen.
Yet felt. -
A moment once lived.
Felt in the body.
Held for a moment.
Nothing more than that.
And enough.