geometry in transit
i was standing in the quiet terminal of palma de mallorca airport when i saw the sunlight slicing through the facade like a metronome. time slowed down. people moved like silent punctuation marks between one place and the next. the reflections on the floor doubled their presence, creating a ghostly echo of motion and stillness. three figures walked away, shadows stretched into rhythm, and the scene felt like a minimalist fugue played in light and glass.
geometry in transit
i was standing in the quiet terminal of palma de mallorca airport when i saw the sunlight slicing through the facade like a metronome. time slowed down. people moved like silent punctuation marks between one place and the next. the reflections on the floor doubled their presence, creating a ghostly echo of motion and stillness. three figures walked away, shadows stretched into rhythm, and the scene felt like a minimalist fugue played in light and glass.