Inside Every Silence, a Crowd.

The mind does not always appear as a single face; it is a stage, where dozens of emotions perform at once. There is a scream, and there is silence; there is astonishment, and there is fatigue. Every expression reveals another fragment, yet all belong to the same story. Perhaps a human being is nothing more than the sum of the crowd carried within — both noise and whisper echoing inside the same body.