The stillness of an empty laundromat feels profound, as if the space itself holds its breath. Machines stand silent, their glass doors reflecting the quiet glow of overhead lights. The hum of fluorescent bulbs is the only sound, a soft murmur against the silence. Air hangs motionless, undisturbed by movement. Chairs sit in perfect rows, untouched, waiting. In this suspended moment, the quiet feels infinite, wrapping the space in calm. The absence of sound and motion amplifies the presence of sti

Photograph, archival paper, digital print