A man with his hands covering his face, like he’s tired, thinking, or trying to hide from everything. The whole image is made of flowing code, lines of programming, functions, and data pouring all over him.
It’s exactly how I feel sometimes.

The weight of the digital world is too much, and I just want to put my hands on my face for a moment, to breathe, to think, to feel human again. But even in that private moment, the code is still there, covering me, running through me.

This piece is about the exhaustion of living half in the real world and half inside the machine. Sometimes I just need to cover my face and sit with it, even while the code keeps flowing.