In the meantime, we exist

Eighty years against four billion. Not a metaphor — a fact. The land beneath our feet has existed for four billion years. The ice melting before our eyes existed before language existed to describe it. The lava we walk upon solidified centuries before anyone invented the concept of a century. We are passing through a place that does not know we are here. And we know it. The human brain was built to survive on scales of days, seasons, generations. Everything that exceeds that measure we comprehend, but do not truly inhabit. Every form of life inhabits its own time as if it were the only time possible. The difference is that we know this, and go on regardless. The tailor's tape measure unfolded along a millennial crack does not measure the rock. It measures that distance. We do not stop every morning to contemplate the abyss. Instead we apply nail polish on the solfatara, check our reflection while a glacier dissolves at our backs, blow soap bubbles in front of an iceberg. Not indifference — survival. The rock does not know it is ancient. Perhaps this is what makes it permanent. We know everything about our own transience. Perhaps this is what makes us human. The whole loses nothing. Not even us. Neither knows the other in the way that matters. Both, in their own way, exist completely. The earth does not answer. We, in the meantime, exist. This project was shot entirely on film in June 2026