Invisible bounds

Every day, in the rush of the metro, lives cross paths without a word. A businessman in a polished suit and a struggling soul with scarred hands—two people from different worlds, yet both holding onto the same pole, the same fleeting moment, the same reality
One hand is strong, well-kept, a symbol of stability. The other is bruised, marked by hardship, gripping just as tightly. They may never speak, may never truly see each other, but for this brief moment, they are connected.
In the background, life goes on. A man in a suit walks confidently toward his destination, while another searches through scraps for his next meal. Two separate stories, yet part of the same world.
This piece is about those invisible threads that tie us together (les liens), we often ignore but can never truly escape. No matter how different our lives may seem, we are not as separate as we think.

Caner KANABASOGLU