I often feel a sense of poetics in the day-to-day images accompanied with generalized captions on social media. They seem like a monologue to the unknown audience, as well as the act of murmuring to oneself. Despite the initial impression of triviality, these posts inspired me with a personal undertone that is delicately unspoken, which led me to explore this secret, which later revealed to be a fragileness called “solitude”.

This idea draws an association to Paul Auster’s novel The Invention of Solitude (1982), where the anonymous protagonist travels through memories from personal to collective that’s threaded by solitude and storytelling, while physically staying alone in his small room. Our smartphones are just like this “room”, where the subtleties in the solitary moments of our physical life are embodied into intangible confessions where solitude conceals and reconciles with us. Following this thought, I tend to investigate the poetics in this hybrid perception by reenacting a digital narrator in the room who tells a story about the ineffable solitude.