This letter, concise yet brimming with silence, serves as a token of solitude forged in forgotten rituals. The solitary thought molded itself as ink upon parchment, never seen, never unfolded.
Have we not all sealed our words behind invisible barriers, convinced of their insurmountable significance?
Designed to linger in timelessness, this puzzle in white, an echo of the ceaseless ticking. Time questions the void of asymmetric pieces, eternally assembled but never complete.
In committing to piecing forgotten puzzles, one may inevitably entangle oneself within the spatial confines of abstraction and movement.
A sculpture unsuspecting, cast from fleeting luminescence—curved moments of retrospect solidified, yet glistening, impalpable. Observing faint shadows of what remains unseen by the world.
Why do memories briefly linger in our reach, appearing as specters of an event unchanged by time?