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I was poorly framed.
The longer I stay inside, the more my body merges with the space around me. I become another object in the room, blending into the furniture, absorbed by the stillness of the house. The boundary between my body and my surroundings begins to fade, as if I have been here so long that I no longer fully belong to myself. These images explore the quiet disappearance of the self within the intimacy of domestic space, where being at home slowly turns into becoming part of it.