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Tori Haogak



Through the screen of my computer, I can see the images which are made up of tiny lights all each a different colour. The colours on a device are often forgotten as they display a bigger picture, in this case, my future, my literal reality. College applications, and everything that decides my success are all decided on this 11-inch piece of technology. The dark colours show what happens if the tiny screen lights stopped working and cut me off from my reality. Disconnection. Each time you zoom into the pictures, the optical illusion of the screen lights moving in different directions questions you if your dream is an oxymoron through the flashes. My academic hopes, layered on a digital assignment, are my sole connection to the world. A human, forever forgotten on another side of the screen.

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