This is haunting.

The tight crop ended up helping get your point across. It speaks to our increasingly cramped lives. The half-nude state speaks to how unprepared we were to deal with with this situation. The vanishing figure speaks to how we are losing ourselves.

It inspired me to write this poem.

Confined

My shadow slowly fades
As the hands unwind
As the light grows ever dim
In the corners of my mind

I have become the ghost
Haunting my own life
A gust might carry me away
From the edge of this knife

As the circle becomes a square
And the squares get smaller and smaller
The ties begin to fray
As I disconnect the caller

Now I lay full bare
All the fear and desperation
The flattening of my curves
Confined to my location