In a dimly lit, compact room, a professional gambler, living with a disability, sits at a cluttered desk. Flanked by stacks of unwashed dishes and betting forms, he glows under the warm radiance of a single desk lamp. Smoking a potent, hand-rolled joint, he squints at his scribbles, comparing the odds with a shaky, yet focused hand. Everything but the papers under his gaze is blurred, pushing attention to his fixation. From a low angle, the room appears towering and chaotic – a reflection of his chaotic profession and mind. Even with the disorder, there’s a balanced symmetry, the stacks of dishes mirroring the piles of papers, the hunched figure of the gambler between. His eyes are tired but determined, reluctant to rest despite the late hour.