In Trieste’s Sunday market, a small yellow field with a crooked horizon becomes a quiet ghost... a painting left behind for €30 that turns into years of second-guessing. When it reappears eleven years later (more cracked, more expensive, still itself), Elliot finally buys it and, with it, permission to notice again: better cappuccino, braver apologies, small second chances hiding in plain sight. This story isn’t about taste; it’s about timing... how the objects we choose can reset our attention and teach us to say yes without over-explaining. A love letter to Trieste, flea markets, and the grace of repetition with better timing.