The End

This is a place where no one expects an ending. It holds nothing remarkable—just a brief pause that seems insignificant, easy to pass through.

Around it, everyday life continues. Conversations, movements, passing glances. Everything moves forward in its own rhythm.

We pass by such moments without recognizing them. We do not see what is happening beside us. We never fully know what is ending for someone else in that same instant.

That moment does not stand out from its surroundings. It does not preserve itself as an event. What happens has no clear boundary—only a quiet rupture that immediately dissolves into the environment.

The work speaks of intimacy ending in public, yet remaining entirely unseen. Of a moment that belongs only to those within it, and to no one else.

It is about how the most important moments often occur without witnesses. And about how the world never stops, even when something within it comes to an end.