In 2018, I photographed myself (fake) crying in various public places to the amusement of my friends and most strangers around me.

Crying over spilled milk.

Crying for this stupid country.

Crying for our oceans

Crying over my blocked throat chakra.

Crying over the irreversible damage of FOMO.

Crying over the false promise of romance.

Crying for the sea turtles.

Crying over a hint of flavor in a flavorless existence.

Crying over the burden of hustle culture.