Observation: Somewhere

Istanbul never really stands still. Even from a distance, the city carries its own rhythm — ferries crossing, water shifting, people moving from one place to another.

Yet, somewhere within this constant movement, a man remains still.

Is he waiting for something, or has he simply found a way to be present without needing to go anywhere?

Perhaps stillness is not separate from the city, but one of the many ways of belonging to it.