There are moments in life when the desire for change is strong, but the strength to achieve it is lacking. The will fails and the body no longer follows. You want to escape exhaustion and stagnation, but the path remains closed.

I express this state through my body. Wrapped in an orange cloth and nearly invisible, I move along a cold, concrete staircase. The architecture reflects my inner state of numbness and distance. My body struggles to move forward but remains at a standstill. My attempts to free myself are unsuccessful.

This staging represents a feeling many people know: the desire for a new beginning blocked by tiredness and pain. You live in an endless loop where the days repeat without progress. Time passes, but you remain stationary.

There is hope, but it grows quiet. Though there are no steps, deep within the standstill is a slow movement, a delicate promise of change. Perhaps something new will emerge from the tiredness. Maybe the courage to take a new path will return.

My expression captures this moment – without big words, just the honesty of the body. It's when the world moves on, but you feel left behind.