There are moments in life when it is all just a little weightier, when the days blur into routine, and the very existence is too much.
This project was born on one of those moments.

I was at a still place, coming to the realization that I had truly reached adulthood.
It wasn't an age thing, but being responsible, having to make choices that have lasting implications, and carrying the weight of lost potential.
That creeping feeling of FOMO, the low-grade fear of time slipping away, slowly climbed to anxiety and depression.

The first couple of months of the year are always problematic for me.
The slowly receding cold, the quiet, the endless nights slowly disappearing, they usually accompany a familiar darkness.

So, instead of allowing it to overwhelm me, I picked up something that always made me feel grounded — my camera.
It had nothing to do with perfection or art, it was survival. A little daily act of paying attention.

The process was Spartan one camera, one lens reminding me to stay with it also keeping the process raw and unpolished.
This modest ritual gave me a reason to lift my eyes, to halt, to hear.
It gave me a gentle break from the rhythmic daily drudgery, a small act of defiance against being on autopilot.