A mind caught between who he was and what survival forced him to become. His reflection fractures into double vision—one face cast downward in heavy contemplation, the other looking forward through the grain of time and trauma. Framed by barcode lines, film reels, and the quiet bloom of a red poppy against torn paper, he carries the splintered weight of memory. He is not broken; he is simply living in multiple fragments at once, holding on to life amid the ink and ash. 1/1 - 2026