Standing in a hallway back in Bucharest made me realize how little I understand about the generations who stepped on the same cold concrete as me, about their worries and struggles that traversed the same paths. In a timeless, sterile space I found a connection to my past, and a guide towards what lies ahead. And all of it waits for a door to open.
Read MoreA place that does not keep you. Here, you'll find reflection, waiting, and the sound of departure repeating itself. Time is borrowed, roles loosen their grip. For those unclaimed by destination, for those who trust movement more than answers, for those who seek comfort in incompleteness.
Read MoreAn uncanny journey through the ever-changing house of the mind. When I dream, I drift through chaos, control, and becoming. Between waking and sleep, my unconscious speaks in fragments. Time blurs, identity loosens, and something in me is remembered—then lost.
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