Time does not flow as a straight line. It folds, fragments, drifts. We carry it in layers: routines, memories, moments that vanish only to return years later. These works are not buildings but strata of time, sometimes clear, sometimes fractured, dissolving at the edges. Memory is not an archive but a living pattern that keeps rewriting itself. Time is never evenly felt. An hour may dissolve in a second while a second may stretch into eternity. Liminal Strata seeks to hold this distortion, the subjective weight of lived time, within layered forms. After confronting mortality, time became fragile and alive. Coding these structures became meditation, tracing the sediment of days and the silences between them. Liminal Strata does not offer answers. It invites you to wander, to see order collapse into chaos and chaos reorganize anew. It is poetry of impermanence, a reminder that memory is never still and every trace continues to become. Murat Atimtay 2025 | @atimtay | atimtay.xyz