Soft Disruption in the Field I

The field remembers every step, even those barely made. In the amber hush of a summer evening, figures emerge like dreams made visible. Some wear masks, others the blur of movement, each one becoming part of the air. “The visible world is no longer a guarantee of anything,” wrote Jeanette Winterson. Here, identity is in motion — not lost, but liquefied, like heat rising from tall grass.