01 Aug The Turning Circle

First Light

The gallery had just opened. Elena preferred mornings.

She entered easily, rolled through the first room, paused by a series of photographs.
Then turned toward the corridor.

The Angle

It curved. Sharply. She entered slowly, pivoted.
The arc was too tight.

Her wheels caught the wall.

She reversed. Tried again.
It wasn’t impossible. But it wasn’t measured for her.

Still and Small

A staff member appeared.

“That room was added later,” they said.
“We’re aware it’s… not ideal.”

Elena smiled.

“Just wasn’t expecting choreography.”

She declined the side door.

Instead, she stayed by the window. Quiet. Present. Just… outside the frame.

What Doesn’t Move

Later she told a friend:

“It’s not about the corner. It’s about how the space never imagined I’d be in it.”

The Space Between Things

That night, she wrote:

“Access isn’t always about height or width.

Sometimes it’s about how long you’re allowed to stay in a space without having to explain why you’re still there.”

And beneath:

“Design for pause.

For turning around.

For not hurrying.”