THE ABSENT PROTOCOL
We move through spaces built for us.
Sometimes we shrink to fit them.
Other times we vanish altogether—
our human gestures diminished to silhouette or shadow.
We’re not really the subject here.
We’re part of the structure.
Sometimes absorbed. Sometimes resisting.
Always shaped by what surrounds us.
Absence, in the end, isn’t empty.
It’s the echo of what might’ve just passed.
