To me, these photos and the consciousness are like the real life, and also like the outlet of another reality. It is more like the silver threads, extending from my temples, long and viscous. The moment I click the shutter, is a process I prove the existence of Ego. My cameras are the tools to discover and record Others who are willing to talk to me. I hope these images become Ego, and turn the Subject into Object, and turn Having into Becoming. Every photo describes the other life than mine, but it is actually me. They are my perspectives and my only belief left, depicting the track of my growth and the line between my eyes and morality. They are temporarily telling, like every person and every object, the transiency of time and space.
These descriptions, as loose as the vague consciousness, are the dusts at the end of the threads of time. From them, I find myself.