I photograph what is close, what requires no travel or prolonged pauses. My gaze is confined to the interior of my home, not because I choose it, but because time folds in on itself between office work, university, and the attempt to sustain a third time: that fragile instant in which artistic practice survives exhaustion.

The third time is not a respite but an act of resistance. It is an interrupted reflection, conditioned by fatigue, yet still present. Each image in this series is a record of that interval, of the impossibility of being elsewhere. The kitchen objects accumulate the hours I did not have, the paths I did not take. They are the vestiges of a time that slips away, but also of an attempt to reclaim something amid the turmoil.

I photograph what is at hand, what I share with routine and fatigue. It is there that I find my space for observation, where the pause becomes an image, and the image, a testimony of this present contained between obligations and desire.