Every day
Diary of a color photographer 2
The staircase rose, disappearing into the void like a forgotten path to nowhere. Its worn, chipped and uneven steps whispered stories of countless passages, some determined, others hesitant. The light struck it delicately, casting long shadows that amplified its mystery. It was both attractive and unsettling, an architectural paradox. Was it meant to lead somewhere once, or was its raison d'être to raise unanswered questions? Faced with it, one couldn't help wondering whether nowhere was, in fact, somewhere.