Time flows quietly alongside. Over the years, I have gained a sense of timelessness, yet at the same time I must witness moments slipping through my fingers. The body carries layers of time, and the line records a moment that cannot be stopped. I am both timeless and bound to time – a guardian who never fully controls what is guarded.
In the present, opinions have grown heavy. They layer upon experience, though in the end we most often feel and recognize only ourselves. Understanding arises through feeling, not through words alone: words may confine and define, but feeling opens another kind of connection – one that does not seek to explain, but to experience.
