I came to Thailand for a bikini photo… but ended up photographing silence. The water didn’t want attention—it wanted meditation. My camera doesn’t zoom; it lingers like a Zen monk who forgot how to click.

The real subject? Not skin. Not sun. But the gap between light and longing.

They call this ‘fukushū’? Nah. We call it ‘why is everyone still here?’

You wanna post this? Comment section’s already won.

(Also: no one brought a bikini. But someone brought the quiet.)