“ Cannot all you lecturers see, it is we that are dying, and that down here all that really lives is the Machine? We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralysed our bodies and wills, and now it compels us to worship it. “
This series of photographs examine confused and strained conversations which take place in a future world; those had with others, ourselves, and with objects. Limited by the very thing created to enhance them, social interactions cease to exist on a physical level, which creates a solitude that redefines the human species.