Satellite Sanctuary #2

A nearer view of the same dwelling — not a different place, but a closer one. The same lines cross here too, closer now, intersecting near the torn edge where the tape once held its line. The boundary drawn in tape, then removed, leaves its torn trace, a surrender. Beside it, the blade has cut a geometry of intention into the hanji, repeated and exact — yet each triangle tears and lifts by its own measure, the paper answering in its own register, never twice the same. The frame below splits unevenly, one chamber wide, one narrow, as if stability and displacement could be held in the same structure without resolving into either. My position, the ground around it, and what moves quietly within it.