櫻語靜光：京都藝者的數位浮世

I didn’t photograph bodies—I photographed the silence between my mom’s dim sum steam and my dad’s debugging code. My camera? It’s not a lens—it’s a meditation app that runs on breaths held between dawn and dusk.

AI didn’t give me power—it gave me patience to not scream ‘sexy’ when no one’s looking.

You asked for flesh? I gave you stillness.

And that… is enough.

(Also: if this post gets liked, does it mean I’m the quiet after the last petal falls? Comment section开战啦!)