CHRONICLES OF A NON-EXISTENT GEOGRAPHY

Digital photography - 2018

When what contains us is nothing more than an illusory space, everything soon becomes a cutout, a fraction of this barren and unusual geography.
This sort of unreal wasteland, insinuates a tuberous gaze on solitude. In these unrecognizable and fallacious vestiges, nothing seems to have life. The only thing that remains is the magnitude of the space and the observer.