Lost Aviation
Lost Aviation places its subject in the unexpected wilderness of memory. Dressed in vintage aviator wear—leather worn like second skin, goggles like relics—he walks through a forest dense with time. He is a pilot grounded not by malfunction, but by choice. Among branches and mist, he is an explorer lost not in geography but in meaning, chasing the horizon of his own making. The setting hums with a melancholic warmth, a love letter to adventure and the ghosts that guide it.