Description
Drenched in absence, a trench-coated figure stands decapitated by the system—his head replaced with static. He holds a trembling yellow placard: “No Trust This Is Now.” He is a protester or prophet, standing against a ghostly tide of strangers. “No One Left to Trust” is a cry from the collective subconscious of the city—an urban psalm for the forgotten, blurred by surveillance and rendered anonymous by repetition.





























