This is a site of grain and ink.

Each frame is taken with an old Zenit inherited from my parents. The film is finite — it requires patience, attention, and care. Every shot is a decision, not a reflex for the digital void.

What emerges is more than a photo. A frame becomes a passage. Inviting a writer — sometimes well-known, sometimes forgotten — to speak through it with the help of AI.

The frames become not only records of place, but encounters with voice.

Alongside them are my own writings: essays, reflections, fiction, and found lines. Sometimes they echo the frames. Sometimes they wander alone.

Together, they form a slow archive — of seeing, reflecting, reading, and remembering.