There is no path. Only distance. And the hunger to cross it.
> These images do not illustrate faith. They expose a fracture — between the visible and
the unreachable.
There are no heavens here, only layers of longing.
The cross is not symbol, but absence made visible.
Cities dissolve into fog. Rituals become ruins. And yet, something remains — not as presence, but as unanswered presence.
This is not a depiction of God.
It is what the gaze becomes when it no longer finds Him.
The Eternal Babel
Quest for God
