Half-Way Home

In these images, a bus terminal becomes more than a site of transit — it becomes a score of human movement. Numbers hang from the ceiling like notes. The shadows fall with precision. People wait, walk, carry, rest. The repeating columns and curved roof form a visual rhythm that mirrors the choreography of departure and arrival. Amid this architecture, a man pushes a cart — the most temporary of gestures in the most transitional of places. “Terminal Rhythms” is an ode to the spaces where nobody stays for long, yet everything passes through. A liminal place where time slows down, routine becomes poetic, and motion becomes memory.