In the medieval jungle of the Argentinian metropolis, Buenos Aires, where gods refuse to show their faces, the human genre now possesses the nature of the future, present, and past reality. But technology does not allow itself to succumb to the selfish will of mankind. Images of stormy weathers, churches, and broken light are one of the few survivors of the human involution. Forgive and visual inconvenience, for My camera has now developed a mind of its own, and sees what it desires the most: Expose the faults in our daring human instinct.
These is the evidence of an unaware society spiraling in infinite directions.
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