Through the Fracture of Time There’s no resistance in her

There’s no resistance in her gaze—only the quiet readiness to accept what comes

partially concealing and revealing her presence

Or are both merely echoes of a mind caught in an eternal state of dissonance

only to dissolve into sweeping strokes that resist completion

Through the Fracture of Time There’s no resistance in herFrom the silent cracks of space and memory, a gaze emerges not from another, but from a former version of the self, peering through a fracture in time, quietly watching who weve become. And in that gaze, a question lingers: Have I become the person I once hoped to be? This work captures a quiet reunion with the self, a moment when time folds in on itself and the past meets the present. That distant gaze stirs long forgotten ideals and early