The sea is a place of endless repetition; the waves are a pulse beat that reminds of the cyclical nature of time. On the shore, the boundary between nature and the traces of man has been Decolonized. The stones are on the ground, settled like the accumulation of a silent testimony that has lasted for many years. A thin stick rising between them is unclear what it belongs to, but by its presence it indicates the Decrepitude of something. The structure that appears on the horizon is a waiting, an abandonment, or a trace that wants to be remembered. This landscape does not belong to any moment; it is a 'now' suspended between the Decaying of the past and the uncertainty of the future.
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T.ü.y.b.
2025
