The image holds—
for a moment longer than it should.

Light stutters.
Edges soften, then sharpen too much.

She repeats herself
in glass, in motion, in passing metal—
almost the same,
never exact.

Speed erases intention.
Stillness feels staged.

Something slips—
not enough to notice,
just enough to feel.

The surface stays intact.
But underneath,
it’s already breaking.