How much does a pause in time contain? The thoughts that have slipped away, the feelings we couldn’t name, and keep forever in our hearts. Tiny monologues that turn into rendezvous with ourselves, and every second filling the air with as much anticipation as ease. It is a suspension of the unknown, that always remains unknown. Stasis is all that, stasis is what we make of our relation to time, and its endless conundrums. Stasis is a time to the self, and for the self, a garden of thoughts, a sunlit terrace of emotions.