Captive Passenger unfolds like a whisper from above watchful, suspended and unseen. It speaks not of the journey’s destination, but of its entanglements, its shadows, its many selves multiplied in motion.
Roots stretch and sway in every direction, marking both presence and loss. With each step forward, another self lingers behind. The voice hovering from above remains steady: part phantom, part truth, inviting choice over escape, presence over forgetting.
Captive Passenger is not about being lost. It is about being watched. Not by the world but by one’s own becoming. A gaze from the height of memory, calling: “Choose. And continue.”