Kesendirianku Membiru, Tragis.

A journey, a pause, and an act of noticing. Moving slowly through spaces and moments that often pass unnoticed, this is a quiet attempt to pay attention to corners, to atmospheres, and to the subtle feelings that emerge between them.

My solitude turns blue, tragic yet quiet.

An attempt to interpret unfamiliar feelings drifts between buildings, corners, and the silent sides of the city. The atmosphere feels like an invitation to wander through old imaginings, when crowds once filled both the streets and the chambers of the heart. Now it is carried alone, retreating to the edges of things, lingering in liminal spaces and soft nostalgia.

All of this is preserved through a small blue toy camera, its color almost identical to the world it captures. A fragile device, yet honest. Through its plastic lens, emptiness becomes visible, tinted with the same blue that stains the evening.

Still, the walk continues. And perhaps somewhere along the road, the quiet weight of solitude will slowly gather voices again, until the world feels crowded once more, and this loneliness becomes only a memory that once breathed beside me.

Indonesia/Yogyakarta

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