An ode to all people holding their tears, lost in tears
or having no tears left to cry.
To the ones dealing with loss and grief.
I weep with you. You are not alone.

A person stands stock-still amid people passing by, a continuous stream of saltwater flowing into her eyes, eliciting the gentle release of tears. Blurring the lines between genuine and induced tears. These tears are collected in a glass receptacle, with each droplet audibly amplified as it falls, creating a subtle rhythm. Periodically, the collected tears are emptied into a suspended glass vessel above the head, from which two threads extend, guiding the tears back into the eyes — an endless loop.