Never Really Free

Wrapped fabrics and knotted ropes lean against the wall, like bodies that have been tied up. There's weight in every fold—something tight, contained, perhaps hidden.

But inside, color still moves. The knot doesn't completely suffocate. The fabrics hold breath. This gesture is what continues to beat even when covered up. Even if no one names it, it's still remembered. And that's enough to keep resisting.