I arrived in Epirus without knowing what I was meant to notice.

This second episode moves into a landscape of stone, silence, and weight, where villages don’t perform, days don’t rush, and time feels less like something that passes and more like something that remains.

Nothing is explained.
Nothing is resolved.

It’s simply a record of what happens when a place stops answering, and you stop needing it to.

I didn’t come here with a plan.

This first episode begins without urgency, following the moment when travel slows enough to stop asking questions.
Between Greece and Italy, mornings unfold without direction, routines repeat, and time loosens its grip.

Nothing is explained.
Nothing is resolved.

It’s simply a record of what happens
when you arrive somewhere
and allow yourself to stay.