It was one of those days when the city seemed to hold its breath. Buildings spoke in shadows, shop windows in reflections, and people passed by the details as if they didn’t belong to them.
I wandered without purpose, guided only by light and contrast — a half-open window, a forgotten chain, a sign sliced by shadow, a cartoon face watching silently from a hotel wall.
Everything felt suspended in a strange order, like a stage set perfectly — just waiting for someone to remember the script.
