𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙀𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙮

In the quiet decay of time, where memories wither like old flowers and our desperate attempts to immortalize ourselves crumble into dust, we are left with only the fragile echoes of our existence. Life’s beauty doesn’t lie in its permanence but in its inevitable fading, where every memory, every breath, is a fleeting spark against the relentless void. To embrace our impermanence is to find a bitter peace, a resigned acceptance of the oblivion that softly swallows us whole. This is the elegy of transience—a raw, aching ode to the ephemeral nature of all things. Giclée print on Hahnemühle Museum Etching Paper (350gsm), signed and numbered, executed by Mannay (2024).