A shadow is a kind of touch. The body reaches where the skin cannot, rests against the world without feeling its weight. For a moment, the distance between them takes a shape.
A gesture survives the face. The hand keeps its hesitation. Enough to recognize, never enough to hold.
Stone carries this brief arrival without keeping it. A turn of the wrist, a passing cloud, and the whole likeness loosens. Yet light finds its way between the fingers. Even here, inside the dark, something remains open.