P.Righini, 2025
I’m searching for the sense of now, time’s a cage, I don’t know how. I don’t chase it, I let it spin, I keep my beat for the dance within.
The live feed is my life, fake or real — it cuts like a knife. Every moment on display, I can’t breathe, but I can’t look away.
Swipe through faces, hearts on screen, love and lies in flashing scenes. Every story feels the same, truth and fiction share one name.
The live feed is my life, fake or real — it keeps me alive. Every moment on display, I can’t breathe, but I can’t look away.
And as I’m dancing in the frame, I hear the silence call my name. No applause, no last goodbye, just time itself, and God nearby.
The live feed is my life, no escape, no offline light. Fake or real, I fade and see — fake or real, just let me be.