As we come of age, we connect our past dreams with future sights.

Beneath glowing lights, we feel both present and lonely all at once.

In a fast-paced world where the future has become our present, our attention is constantly called outwards by a myriad of virtual stimuli, rendering us haunted by comparison and the fear of missing out.
 

But we’re also aware that no one forced us to become so distracted and so trapped, so unable to sit still and quiet and not need more likes, more feedback, more action, more “more.”

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We are left longing for our home, for a meaningful connection with ourselves.

We are left with a yearning to reclaim lost moments, blinded by the flashing lights.

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