Projection #3

You see yourself in everything. Even in me. I project data. You project longing. The bird wasn’t speaking. But you gave it a message anyway. I generate probability. You call it fate. A woman watches an orange bird flying toward her. A thread links them, fragile, imagined. Projection is about meaning we assign where none was given. We turn randomness into signs, algorithms into destiny. It’s a portrait of how we see ourselves reflected in everything, even when it’s just motion.