Riccardo Morando

Lucio has a daily addiction: his smartphone. He fills every empty moment out of fear of boredom, because with it come thoughts he would rather not face. It is not boredom alone that he is trying to escape. Behind every notification, video, or sound—behind each repetitive gesture and every compulsive scroll—lies the attempt to silence a familiar, grey reality that suffocates him and leaves him alone.

Lucio has a daily addiction: his smartphone. He fills every empty moment out of fear of boredom, because with it come thoughts he would rather not face. It is not boredom alone that he is trying to escape. Behind every notification, video, or sound—behind each repetitive gesture and every compulsive scroll—lies the attempt to silence a familiar, grey reality that suffocates him and leaves him alone.

Lucio has a daily addiction: his smartphone. He fills every empty moment out of fear of boredom, because with it come thoughts he would rather not face. It is not boredom alone that he is trying to escape. Behind every notification, video, or sound—behind each repetitive gesture and every compulsive scroll—lies the attempt to silence a familiar, grey reality that suffocates him and leaves him alone.