HUMAN TRACE
 
people are not always visible, but their presence is

a backpack left on a bench
an empty chair facing the sun
faded street signs, still pointing the way

power lines linking windows like quiet conversations
trash bins, worn paths, laundry drifting from balconies

all speak, softly, of routines and rhythms
these traces suggest use, movement, memory
they are the imprint of daily life, even in absence