Between the cracks of human connection, whispers dissolve into minutes lost. The sea rolls on, telling silent stories.
Veering into oblivion, quenching the thirst of unseen places, walls made of jelly – perfectly unbalanced. Examine objects made from yesterday's hopes and tomorrow's regrets.
They collect memories like polaroids forgotten under bedsheets. Do you hear the rustle like a soft façade unraveling – a cat arching in sunlight?
Sometimes, convergence leads to divergence. Until you make a web containing unset stools and unrefined clocks.