The first impression is that youu2019re standing in an elliptical airport corridor where the night shift has turned off the announcements but left the end-lights glowing just enough to keep your eyes from adjusting to the dark. At the center u2014 a rectangular doorway pulsing with a faint magenta flicker of text. Letters appear and vanish instantly, like a message sent off before an addressee ever existed. I filmed this passageway in three different buildings and merged them into a single sequence, shifting the perspective just slightly: in the depth of the frame, the walls imperceptibly converge and diverge, and the viewer reads this geometry as a subtle dizziness. The trick lies in the whisper of the ventilation, recorded with an ultra-sensitive mic and shifted into the frequency range of blood rushing in your ears u2014 as if the building is listening to your pulse and adjusting its own echo-pulse to match the quiet tachycardia of waiting. When the text flares brighter than usual, the frame gives a faint jolt: a strobe that captures the instant the viewer decides to take a step forward u2014 but the algorithm loops the sequence back to its starting timecode, leaving the step suspended. The key gesture: inserting a dark half-second u201cabsent frameu201d at the end. The space vanishes entirely, and the brain rushes to redraw the corridor, trying to hold on to a fixed point. The everyday fear of missing a flight slowly transforms into a quiet comfort in the unchanging refusal u2014 when the door is forever out of reach, thereu2019s no longer any reason to hurry. Solar.w