Time and Presence
Every beginning unfolds not through movement but through suspension.
A point where time stops, where everything becomes still,
where it allows itself to be sensed.
A space between the things of the world, a subtle fissure between time
and place where what is original can emerge.
It is the place where I can enter with all my experiences and memories,
the place where the past that shaped me meets the present I am learning to read.
The threshold is a silence that does not take away, but gives back time to be read.
It is the moment when memory becomes presence
and the world stops flowing to reveal itself in its most essential form.
Everything begins here, where possibilities emerge together with their uniqueness,
where the past gathers
and the present finally allows itself to be crossed.
A point where time stops, where everything becomes still,
where it allows itself to be sensed.
A space between the things of the world, a subtle fissure between time
and place where what is original can emerge.
It is the place where I can enter with all my experiences and memories,
the place where the past that shaped me meets the present I am learning to read.
The threshold is a silence that does not take away, but gives back time to be read.
It is the moment when memory becomes presence
and the world stops flowing to reveal itself in its most essential form.
Everything begins here, where possibilities emerge together with their uniqueness,
where the past gathers
and the present finally allows itself to be crossed.