Sparked by a lonely train ride on the eve of my 23rd birthday, I began to consider the trips of growing, and how its only during these landmarks we recollect such childhood memories of birthday cakes and the colorful toys/figurines on top of them. I think I often imagine myself to be part of this toy collection, merry-making, and to connect with the child within me.
I spend the most productive times of my day whiling away in lost hourglass sands. Trains, are like passing bullets, and I’m the passenger in these quick winds of the night. Somehow, someway or another I feel a tinge of sadness tonight, breathed alive from a far corner of my heart. Its my 23rd birthday tomorrow. Therefore and that’s why I’m afraid to be left alone on this day. And precisely because of that I secretly wish to be left alone instead. Its an interesting paradox if you’d ask me. I sit here dreaming of stories to tell and pictures to paint to myself, the ever lonely crux of the scenario. Yes, i’d be 23 in less than 24 hours time. It is not a fear of of abandonment, I swear. I listen to live mandopop music through my trusty music phone. I glanced at the bleak balding man sitting opposite me me on the empty row of seats, reading the evening papers, and I felt a slight pang of jealousy that he seems to have not a care in the world.
Photography and digital media, Series of 4
84(H) x 59.4(W) cm
Modemag Issue #00, Numbers