The residency was a seductive possibility: the kind that refracts practicality into romance. Warm light, Mediterranean air, time to write and collect images. For Youri it represented both liberation and a threat to the life he had already scaffolded. He remembered, unbidden, a previous decision that had led him to stay in Tilburg—care for an ailing aunt, a commitment to a community initiative, a payroll that, while modest, had dignity.