Bury Me in This Place
I carry a pinhole camera — a small box that gathers fragments of time. Its gaze stretches to infinity, yet the image remains a blur — as if trying to understand the world, only to realise how little can truly be held.
I carry a pinhole camera — a small box that gathers fragments of time. Its gaze stretches to infinity, yet the image remains a blur — as if trying to understand the world, only to realise how little can truly be held.