Windy late afternoon at Market Street, awaiting the next bus, I felt the most overwhelming moment of being a foreigner. I felt the lightness of my body, vagueness of my sight and uncertainty of my existence. The road, the vehicles, the road signs, the buildings, the people and its distribution, the daily move of citizens, the wind, the smell of the air, and the soundscape of of the space formed a beautiful, strange, but familiar picture. This is the space that I have experienced from a lot of American movies, where the color, the saturation and the composition are just resembling those cinematic images. I am like watching a spectacle in front of me, and remotely existed in it. This is the day I have the most extreme feeling of being in another country, and experience the distance. I took my camera out reflexly and framed the moment. The nothing-special in the snap-shots are all unique to me. I shot trams, public phone, bus stop, bus, road sign, light reflection on building, people and fallen leaf. The wind gone through my ears, and block out some of the space-oriented ambiance sound. It also blow my mind. I was floating in somewhere. It’s a chill. It’s a hollow hole.
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