Between Concrete and Consciousness
In a world where even concrete carries emotion, these spaces speak not of progress but of paralysis; monuments of a time that promised liberation while quietly enclosing us. The figures that appear here are not lost; they are suspended in the now, caught between promised futures and hollow presents.
This visual language is not an escape, but a mirror: it reveals the unease embedded in the architecture of no alternatives, the silence of the spaces we inhabit; and that in turn inhabit us. What becomes visible is what is usually only felt: the depressive hedonism of the digital, the performative smile, the cold echo of a system that demands we enjoy; and turns every joy into guilt.
What you see is not dystopia. It is a realistic gaze upon a present that has already become surreal. An attempt to distill the affective emptiness produced by late modernity; through concrete, through light, through stillness.

Oppressive Emptiness
These halls echo not with sound, but with absence. What appears structured is hollow; a geometry of isolation. In this space, desire is automated and emotion becomes a system call. This is where lost futures gather like dust in sterile corners.