Today, try this: Put down the mirror. Look at something that does not reflect you. A crack in the pavement. The way steam rises from a cup. The silence between two breaths.
We spend our lives arranging light. Not to capture what is, but to briefly hold what is about to disappear. oleg netepenko
There is no metaphor there. Just presence. Today, try this: Put down the mirror
Every photograph is a small lie we tell against time. I place a figure in a frozen sea. A chair in an empty room. A window facing another window. The way steam rises from a cup
The edge of the frame
None of it is real. And yet — more real than the hours I spent scrolling through lives that were never mine to live.
We are not losing reality. We are losing the nerve to sit inside it.