Broken Soul

We are no longer individuals with inner lives. We are data points, behavioural surplus, prediction products.

Surveillance capitalism feeds not on labour but on the continuous extraction of human experience. Algorithms observe without rest — not to protect, but to predict and modify. The promise is convenience. The reality is a fundamental transformation of what it means to exist as a person.

These images do not illustrate that system. They live inside it — motion blur, fragmentation, a self that cannot hold its shape when existence itself has become the raw material for profit.