PISCINE

A fish’s eyes never close — like silent watchers hidden in the shadows, they observe every subtle movement of human life. Even when transformed into a dish, their gaze lingers, sinking into your teeth, seeping into your blood, impossible to escape. The lingering scent of fish — whether alive, dead, or consumed — entwines with you endlessly, pulling you back into a visceral world of instinct and unease.
Like the shadows cast by family during our upbringing, these traces do not fade with time. They dissolve into memory and flesh, resurfacing unexpectedly and pulling us back into the depths of the past. PISCINE becomes a metaphorical pool — a container where forgotten pain drifts just beneath the surface, subtly shaping our emotions and actions in the present.