In the heart of Tuscany’s poppy fields, a man sits motionless on a chair, embraced by tall grass and vibrant red flowers. The wind stirs gently around him, but the world moves on—people pass by without noticing his stillness, as if he is invisible, or no longer part of their realm.
A haunting meditation on presence, absence, and the quiet spaces between life and oblivion.
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