Holding Light at the Edge of the Known II

A long shutter speed reveals a thread of motion—a cape whispering against the wind, a shimmer of time over frozen water. The self dissolves and reforms in the frame, not vanishing but expanding. Identity here is not fixed but flowing. "Man is not what he thinks he is; he is what he hides," said André Malraux—and in this mist, we glimpse what hides.