We spend our lives constructing homes out of memories, fragments of the past, and the fragile idea of belonging. We carry these invisible architectures with us, allowing them to shape how we experience the world.
The journey through this dreamlike landscape becomes a metaphor for the search for belonging, not necessarily in a particular place, but within the self. Somewhere between shelter and confinement, familiarity and uncertainty, we begin to question whether home is where we come from, where we are going, or something we have yet to discover.
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