I THINK OF YOU, YOU DON'T EXIST

A young man appears turned away, revealing only half of his face, as if partially hiding from the world. The palette of soft, neutral tones envelops the scene in a quiet, restrained atmosphere where time seems to stand still. His barely suggested expression conveys a deep yet serene melancholy: a chosen solitude, not an imposed one, that serves as refuge and protection. Within this intimate distance, there is also a sense of fear of falling in love, of fully exposing oneself—a quiet inner conflict between the desire to feel and the need to remain guarded.