Even in absence, there are traces of us.
The umbrellas scattered through the hallway are not just objects — they are quiet witnesses of unseen lives. Each one represents a moment of pause, a connection left behind. The light at the end of the corridor invites us to remember: we are all connected, even when we’re apart.
This photograph is a meditation on silent relationships — those that shape us without words, without presence. Connections are not always visible, but they are always felt.
