Unnamed, unhollow. Unwritten, unservered.

Unnamed, unvoid. Unwritten, unservered.

Date: 2025.10.31-2025.11.03

Location: Safehouse 1

In the interstices of time and of space

the relics of home are traced —

unspoken yet enduring.

It forms and dissolves within migration,

happens in leaving

and grows in staying.

The tactility of space

and the weight of time

shift ceaselessly

within the unnamed threshold

between presence and distance,

between naming and dwelling —

collapsing,

reappearing,

heavy

yet weightless.

A current stirs in the white space,

a quiet fission unfolds —

is home.