Erasures

• Photographer
  Konstantinos Zontanos
• Photo Date
  2024-2025

A world dissolves, quietly. Lines blur, faces fade, spaces fold in on themselves. Nothing holds still — not sky, not body, not memory. This is not a map, not a place. It is residue. Fragments. Echoes of a dream erased in mid-sentence. Silence pressed against noise. A pulse underwater. A scream carried in smoke. What remains is not clarity, but the tremor of what has been lost.