Yapoo Market Ymd 86 Hitl • Hot & Extended

On market nights, lanterns were strung along the central aisle, turning the sequence of stalls into a line of small, warm moons. People lingered over tea and stories. Hitl would sit with his ledger propped, watching the market move around him, the way a reef watches the tide. He never looked like a man making ends meet; he looked like a man who had decided his work was to keep certain stories intact. Others took comfort in that constancy—like leaning on a column that had stood through many seasons.