This work presents three repeated negative castings of the human form, suspended in space to create a further negative volume between them. The absence of the figure becomes a presence of its own—a trace of someone or something no longer here, yet profoundly felt. The title, taken from Paul Celan’s poem “Where Nothing Still Holds,” evokes the aftermath of trauma and loss, a space where the familiar anchors of life have loosened or disappeared. Through the interplay of presence and absence, the sculpture gestures toward the fragile threads that connect us, the fleeting points of human contact that endure even amidst dislocation, and the quiet, tentative ways life persists in the wake of loss.