: There is a specific weight to 6:00 PM on a Sunday. It’s the hour of reflection, where the weekend’s possibilities have been spent and the week’s demands haven't yet arrived.
The blue light of the screen is a modern campfire, flickering with the digital remains of a Sunday that has already begun to surrender to Monday. At exactly 6:24 PM, the shutter clicked—not to capture a grand event, but to freeze a fragment of the "in-between." 20230115_182416.mp4
: It is mid-January. The world outside is likely sharp with cold, or perhaps muffled by a quiet, grey dusk. The festive lights of December have been packed away, leaving only the raw, honest geography of your living space. : There is a specific weight to 6:00 PM on a Sunday