So we pack our bags and big plans and head to the big city where our dreams were supposed to come true. We pay so much for tiny living spaces we call home. They are barely called nooks. What we don’t know is that the city is cruel. Its energy kills the magic we came with. It lures us with material things, urging us to live hedonistic lifestyles. It transforms us. It whispers “it’s okay to alter yourself, trust me it’s for the better”. Everything about us become artificial, the only authentic ones left are the expensive material things we own. How have we become so hollow. So shallow.

But in the dark, when we think everyone else is sleeping, we take turns, three or four at a time – perhaps more – to ponder about how we are living our lives – or how we stopped. We don’t want to be lonely, but we have become cynics to be nice to each other. We have become the city – cruel. We’d rather live in each of our own boxes, isolate ourselves, rather than form genuine bonds and relationships. What’s the point anyway? So here we all are, ALONE TOGETHER.

Photography by Aristotle Roufanis