A lone glowing laptop on a white plinth, surrounded by tangled cables and abandoned packaging. The screen reflects fragments of social feeds onto polished concrete. The device as relic.
Cut-up screenshots, moderation icons, absurd product imagery, and a single deadpan slogan about life after the feed. Paper, screen, and the space between them.
A cracked smartphone, chrome hardware, black mirror acrylic, and softly pulsing LEDs. Interface ghosts float in the air like afterimages. The device as votive object.
A luxury apartment rendered as a sterile shrine to digital exhaustion. Ring lights, unopened parcels, mirrored surfaces, a wilted flower. The room that performs.
A torn billboard fragment inside a gallery frame, layered with interface popups, CAPTCHA grids, and handwritten annotations. Culture after the scroll has already happened.
A cracked tablet encased in black resin and chrome, faint neon UI elements leaking out like a ghost image. The afterlife of a device. What survives the hardware.