A Walk in Immobility

You step outside for a walk, but you end up standing still — between trees that offer no explanation and light that offers no warmth.

Thoughts gradually take over. They pull you, lead you away, intertwine — and you find yourself wandering not through the park, but through the labyrinth of your own mind. And only when, almost exhausted, you manage to find your way out and look back, does it become clear: you were walking all along. Just not quite here.