Olivier Capron

We rarely notice the many small steps we take. But when we look back, we suddenly see how far we’ve come. That’s why I’ve started living more in the moment—splitting time into little fragments, glimmering pieces I can actually feel. Even if some of them come with sharp edges, they still carry me forward. They remind me where I’m going.

It’s a summer like so many before it. And yet, never quite the same. Lived a thousand times, but always only once. Moments flicker past — warm, breathless, fleeting. Best to hold them close. Who knows if they return?