These photographs turn the gaze toward us, showing how the device quietly reshapes the way we exist together.
Intimacy thins, attention frays, and our sense of self slips into the current of endless scrolls. Behind every screen flickers a paradox: the illusion of closeness paired with the ache of distance.
We relate in fragments, chase dopamine in bursts, and carry a loneliness that glows quietly in the dark.
The light does more than illuminate our faces, it defines the space between us, filling the silence where our voices once lived.
