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"Untitled" is pure overwhelm. A constant rush of data, flickering stimuli, an endless stream of opinions, images, notifications—a state in which even love gets lost.

In the digital tumult, there’s barely room for silence or tenderness. What counts is volume, reach, reaction. And thus, what is truly human disappears between algorithms and the depths of endless scrolling.

This work is raw, abstract, and chaotic—a mirror of our time. A contemporary document of perpetual connectivity.

Without orientation.
Without a title.

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