In early November 2025, I arrived in Munich — at last encountering the Europe I had carried in my imagination for years.

Moving through cities in Germany and Italy, I began to notice small, quiet details: the softness of November light, the weight of history in worn stone, the hush of early evenings. I recorded these encounters in sketches and notes, trying to hold onto what could not be photographed — the atmosphere, the pause, the feeling of being both distant and deeply present.

To be continune…