The gate frames a moment that does not move forward.
A man sits where passage is meant to happen.
Behind him, walls have been repaired, erased, repainted.
Ahead of him, nothing asks to be crossed.
This is not a portrait of waiting,
but of time pausing
without announcing when it will resume.
The gate frames a moment that does not move forward.
A man sits where passage is meant to happen.
Behind him, walls have been repaired, erased, repainted.
Ahead of him, nothing asks to be crossed.
This is not a portrait of waiting,
but of time pausing
without announcing when it will resume.