The building stands. But its stance is uncertain. It wants to break free. Yet it remains confined. The walls shift—forward, back. Not enough to collapse. Not enough to escape. Caught between stillness and motion. Between obedience and defiance.
This architecture is no manifesto. Nor is it surrender. It is a moment of hesitation. A silent struggle. Between what is. And what could have been. A building that stands. But perhaps still dreams of moving.