The concept of time (German: Zeit) fascinates me. Specifically, the smallest unit of time. Which is not seconds, but moments. Fleeting yet constant and ever-recurring. They seem tangible yet they are almost impossible to grasp. Moments just slip through our fingers. The only thing we can do to keep them in our memories is to preserve them.

I always associate moments with places. And the place where I spend most of my time is probably my room, where many moments have unfolded and been processed after a long day. But this place is, after all, just a moment. It changes all the time.