Sometimes, more than we think, the most interesting is not what is meant for the public. It is the texture and grit of the back alley, the place where flaws are not given the illusion of perfection. Where they are patched only as needed. Left to live an uninterupted life. Where you can relax and not worry about good lighting or the right manners. You settle in to what is and allow the texture of a life fully lived reveal the art that can only come with time, mistakes, scars, and the right amount of privacy.
