Photography-Photographer Melina Kiefer
I used to fear missing the turn
Now I crave it—
that moment the navigation stutters,
then falls silent.
The road narrows.
Buildings lean closer.
You become not lost,
but temporarily misplaced
in a place that doesn’t expect you.
Here, the rhythm changes.
No more efficient routes—
just alleyways that end in courtyards,
stairs that lead to someone’s laundry line,
dead ends that offer better views
than any observation deck.
Sometimes the truest way
is the one you didn’t plan to take.
It remembers you longer.