Motion teaches her how to forgive motion: the failure of lovers, the quiet collapse of plans, the way seasons betray their promises. She maps these losses on subway maps and the inside of coat sleeves, charting routes where one can exit grief gracefully and reboard life. Her camera, stubborn as a witness, captures the small mercy: a hand smoothing a forehead, a newspaper used as a blanket, a streetlight forgiving the night by burning brighter.