Like any other night, a long, sleepless night was the starting point for this zine.
I am extremely sensitive to caffeine. That morning, a small cup of coffee I had, hoping to get through the day, kept me awake until the next morning. I have suffered from insomnia during adolescence. And more and more, sleeplessness is a sensitive or major subject for me. When I can't fall asleep, anxiety sets in, creating a vicious cycle where sleep becomes even more elusive.
Night is another small fragment of a day, yet it feels like a compressed space-time—quieter than daytime, more submerged, where the images gathered during the day unfold like a movie. This zine captures the image of these nights.
I am extremely sensitive to caffeine. That morning, a small cup of coffee I had, hoping to get through the day, kept me awake until the next morning. I have suffered from insomnia during adolescence. And more and more, sleeplessness is a sensitive or major subject for me. When I can't fall asleep, anxiety sets in, creating a vicious cycle where sleep becomes even more elusive.
Night is another small fragment of a day, yet it feels like a compressed space-time—quieter than daytime, more submerged, where the images gathered during the day unfold like a movie. This zine captures the image of these nights.