For you
21 November 2025

It’s probably because of this, that the algorithm has zeroed in on me and is pelting me with posts from all sorts of accounts that all look the same and always end with the line: if you’re an introvert, this page is for you. Which I doubt.

I easily identify with the type, and many of the traits mentioned are spot on, but at the same time—what a bland, syrupy and overly delicate picture they paint of me and my fellow introverts. As if we spend our days draped in soft beige knitwear, tucked under a blanket, journaling by dim light while “resetting and recharging” after the slightest interaction with the outside world. Staring through a fogged-up window, processing stimuli with gentle music in the background. Having to recover from every tiny disruption to our carefully cultivated routines. Maybe those pages are for me after all—to kick me out of the house.

Last Sunday I took the train to The Hague and photographed this building. Because last time the weather wasn’t cooperating and I left without any exterior shots. So now I’ve got photos of a beige building in grey, muted light, along an empty street. If you are an introvert, this post is for you.