Photography steals the soul.
ROBY.PHOTO





Which way do we turn the gas on?
I tell the
world, with the world.
I have many worlds,
smallest, small,
big, and even
deflated. I use them to talk
to the world. Sometimes it listens to me.
Burn.
EVOLUTION

The earth has:
4.543.000.000.000
The world evolves.
Billions of:
YEARS
Life has:
23,000,000,000
Billions of:
YEARS
Maybe...
































A note on this project
This series began as an attempt to put photography and poetry in conversation with one another. Each fragment of text — sparse, almost whispered — sits alongside an image, not to explain it, but to open a small gap the viewer can step into. The words speak of scale: the age of the planet, the improbable persistence of life, the strange arithmetic of billions of years compressed into a single glance at a photograph.
Rather than following a linear narrative, the project moves in short bursts, mirroring the way we actually experience the passage of time — rarely as a continuous line, more often as isolated moments that suddenly connect. The images were gathered without a fixed plan, then arranged afterward, once a pattern of meaning started to emerge on its own.
There is no single message intended here. The title itself ends in an ellipsis on purpose: "Playing with World" is meant as an invitation to interpretation, not a statement. Viewers are encouraged to bring their own sense of scale, doubt, and wonder to what they see.