The blindfolds don’t erase the space so much as they redistribute its weight—what was shared terrain becomes private obstacle course, and the other body becomes just another thing to navigate around rather than with. There’s a peculiar loneliness in proximity here, where presence itself becomes a form of absence, and the question worth sitting… Read more

The grid format itself becomes the script—you’re not documenting routines, you’re manufacturing them by deciding what five angles matter enough to watch.