Matvai

🎃 The longer you look, the more you see Where do all the things that haunt us go when our time runs out? They settle like ash at the bottom of empty glasses. No life stirs here anymore. Only time remains, suspended between “never” and “too late” in a room still waiting for a meeting arranged long ago. All that proves you were ever here is a photograph and and a handwriting you recognize a lifetime too late: “But nobody came...” 👁 And what do you see?