this project looks back on the last few years and the emotions that shaped them, imposter syndrome, sadness, fear, and anger. it’s not a timeline and it’s not an explanation. it’s more like a collection of moments where things started slipping, and how that fall kept repeating.
people fall out the sky is about the moment things start slipping and not knowing when it happened. there was a time before everything felt heavy, before the future felt unreal. somewhere between then and now, expectations collapsed and it became easier to stop caring than to imagine what came next.
creativity showed up in the middle of that. not as a solution, but as a direction. music, visuals, writing, games, making things became the only place that felt honest. while that part of life was growing, everything else felt stalled, anxious, disconnected. there was always the sense that something bad was about to happen.
relationships followed a pattern of closeness and distance. connection would feel possible, even meaningful, and then fall apart because of fear, awkwardness, avoidance, or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. a lot of time was spent watching from the sidelines, overthinking every signal, wondering whether attention was real or just temporary.
over time, that uncertainty turned into frustration. identity started feeling boxed in by other people’s expectations, labels, and assumptions. anger showed up where confidence never really did. some parts of this story are intentionally blurred, half-truths, exaggerations, and excuses that made things easier to explain than to face.
this project doesn’t try to clean any of that up. it just documents the atmosphere it came from, the cycles, the self-sabotage, the quiet moments, the noise.
visuals / games / music / writing