Diary
01AUG
There is a kind of silence that lives in waiting — not emptiness, but presence. I stood in the studio and let the light find me, and for a moment I was not performing, only being. These are the moments I return to: still, unhurried, mine.
Mood: serene
27JUL
The light arrives before I do. I stand at the window and watch it climb the walls — slow, deliberate, like it has nowhere to be. Today is another rehearsal of stillness. I button the coat, and for a moment, I'm no one and everyone. The city hums below. I breathe.
Mood: contemplative