Between the shattering facades, in the midst of a city floating in fragments, they stand – an anchor in the dissolution, a spark in the twilight.

The world flickers around them, breaking into shapes that no longer hold, while the shadows of passers-by move on, with gazes that reach into the void, in steps that carry more weight than destination

Two, are they holding on because nothing else will last, or is it their grip that preserves the city? Lines dissolve, structures topple, people fade – but between all this, their touch remains real.

Perhaps it is not the city that is falling apart, but the belief that everything will remain untouched.

21 x 30 cm oil neon paint (fluorescent) and metallic paint on an AI-generated image printed on Wanderings Handmade paper