Remember the moment when your thoughts become too tight inside your head. When they don’t just sound — they flicker, collide, intensify, like a swarm of ants taking over the entire inner space.
There are so many of them that you cannot understand where they begin or end…Only movement. Only noise. Only pressure.

Ants here are not just a symbol of labor and order. They represent mental oversaturation. They crawl toward the woman’s face, as if the mind itself no longer exists — only an endless stream remains. And it no longer obeys the will. It lives on its own.

Yet she is not panicking. Not fighting. Her face is calm, almost detached. Is it acceptance? Or a kind of numbness, when there’s no energy left to resist?

Have you ever felt that kind of inner stillness, where invisible tension quietly hides? This picture invites you to meet that state.

Not to get rid of it — but to notice it. To feel how thoughts become bodily — how they affect your breath, your muscles, your heart. Because even the mind’s noise has a shape. And it can be met not through escape, but through awareness.