“Like Turbulence We Fall—Briefly believing in god for a few moments”

There was a time I looked for god in every place I traveled—in temples and towers, in rituals and relics, in the eyes of strangers. But lately, I find more questions than answers. This collection isn’t about religion. It’s about the search for meaning in a world that’s forgotten what that even looks like.

I walked through streets layered in contradiction—where faith is merchandised, where neon signs glow brighter than candles, where belief feels both performative and painfully real. I saw altars built beside ashtrays. Blessings scrawled next to ads. People worshiping in silence while others hustled, sold, escaped.

Maybe god is still here. Maybe not.
But in these images, you’ll find the tension—the hunger, the doubt, the quiet reverence that lives even in the most godless corners of the world.