🎻 ─── Under the weight of my parents' meticulously planned routines, my life felt like a never-ending cycle, suffocating in its predictability, like the hands of a clock that kept spinning aimlessly. Solitary respites from this rhythm emerged as I delved into the world of dismantling and reassembling objects.

ㅤㅤ“Whenever an overwhelming feeling of confinement comes over me, I find solace in taking apart various gadgets and instruments and putting them back together again, as if I were reassembling the pieces of the puzzle of life.” 🌟

ㅤㅤ📜..ㅤㅤ FRUSTRATION
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Oh, if only such a process could be applied to my emotional labyrinth, unravelling the tangled threads of turbulent feelings. I would love to reconstruct the fragments of turbulent feelings that threaten to engulf me in their cacophony. Was there ever a time when my yearning for peace was so strong?