Behind the facade. A world.

Got shot in it.


In the middle of skyscrapers and the city pulse.

Confined by performance and speed, caged inside strength.

The things that are hidden underneath we are no longer allowed to show and others will rarely see.

The weak and ugly. The human.

Is humanity ugly?

Has the machine become our role model? Our human norm to strive toward?

In a world of constant inadequacy we are escaping the human, the fragile reality of our selves.

A reality not allowed to exsist. A reality no longer accepted. Unwelcome.

We are building facades to hide what is fragile and vulnerable.

Why do we have to be so superhuman all the time?

Lifting the mask of perfection takes courage.

Exposing imperfection and fragility and allowing oneself to be vulnerable takes true strength.