When I was a child, I trained as a competitive swimmer. The moment you dive into cold water, every thought dissolves — all that matters is reaching the wall before anyone else.
I swam freestyle — fast, steady, relentless. Sometimes my hand would slip and brush against the lane divider — rough, unyielding — scratching my skin and leaving a mark. I can still feel it.
This image is about that moment when cold turns into warmth, doubt into strength, and the water becomes a space where you find yourself. The Fast Line is the line between fear and drive — between the touch of the wall and the freedom of moving forward.
