On a mist-soaked city street, figures move forward with quiet determination — yet some of them are incomplete. In the foreground, a man walks while looking at his phone, his head entirely absent, reduced to clothing, gesture, and routine. Behind him, others follow: one still intact, another already dissolving into the same condition. The environment is subdued, almost anesthetized, as if the city itself participates in this quiet erasure. Identity is no longer anchored in thought or awareness, but in habit and motion. The act of walking, of checking, of proceeding — all continues uninterrupted, even as the essential center quietly disappears.
