For Sale
Here, the human is no longer a whole; fragmented, categorized, arranged behind glass.
A hand for work, a mouth for speaking, an ear for listening — each thing in its place, ready to be chosen.
No feeling, no identity; only function.
A headless man stands, watching. He has no face, no eyes, no thought. The only thing he has is the power of choice.
A choice without awareness, without meaning, without a “self.”
In this open shop, ears are free — because people are always ready to listen;
not to understand,
but to be filled.
Here, the human no longer makes sense as a “being” or a “complete identity.”
He has become a commodity — an object to be consumed in relationships, in work, in the gaze of others.
Each person’s value depends on their position, function, and level of demand.
In this display window, the “human” is sold;
fragmented, silent, painless.
Mona.A (Monova Studio)
