A meditation on distance, silence, and the weight of absence, akin to the way memory and communication arrive in pieces – never whole, always delayed especially in a desolate landscape where symbols of connection feel both fragile and futile against the vast, scarred expanse behind them.

The residue of conflict—mud, blood, and time etched into the surface like a battlefield seen from above; the unseen violence that lingers long after the front lines have shifted, creating a tension between endurance and erasure.

This work speaks to the human need to reach across distance, to send words into uncertainty, and to hold on to fragments of hope when the world feels fractured. It is about the letters that never arrive, the voices that fade, and the landscapes that remember what we try to forget.