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@nickel_tang_
@nickel_tang_
@nickel_tang_
@nickel_tang_
Dear Brother,
What do you see in me?
I don’t know what I see. In these puddles of introspection, all is still, but it feels like I’m falling. I try counting my fingers which have been reduced to a blur. There were ten, but they’re counting down, anticipating the end.
I don’t like what I see, so I get on my phone. The light is numbing. This beacon connects me to another world where I don’t have to see mine.
Yet it’s not enough.
I look up. You hold my hand. I’m scared to let go. What if I fall again?
We take it a step at a time, until we’ve finally reached the light. It’s different from my screen. I gaze at the ground where I now stand, seeing the lines ever so clearly. Tilting my head, I caught a glimpse of our shadows: defined, yet far behind us.
@benraphaelchia
@benraphaelchia
@benraphaelchia
@benraphaelchia
During the Covid-19 pandemic, we have become too familiar with being cooped up at home in close proximity to our family members and having to share our own private spaces with each other. We have had tempers frayed and feelings of frustration stemming from the fact that freedom had been taken from us.
On the flip side, though I shared many of my peers’ complaints about spending too much time at home tolerating our family’s quirky behaviours, this experience has also taught me that this window of time was an unexpected gift, a reminder that this prolonged period of time was a way to bond with each other and treasure the time we have.
We could make up for the time that was lost in our busy-ness, our fixation to earn a decent income and the countless hours spent socialising outside the home. This series of photographs juxtaposes snapshots of shared spaces at home, bookending an endearing photo of my parents serving as a reminder that our time is finite.
