ComingSoon

A concept of inert actualization.

Sets of unique postcards with instructions to be taken out in virtual meeting place.

Something guided me to appreciate atmosphere over human presence since a very young age, and I know that because I remember crossing out all the faces in all my family photos.

Inertly seeing and receiving, I naturally refuses or was somehow ashamed of documenting the moments. Maybe people around me have been documenting too much? I enjoy cropping out people, I mean everyone, from my pictures, and I am proud of leaving the human interactions out of my memories. If you ask middle-school-me what I like to do, I would say 'I like to go to cute stores viral on the Internet by myself without taking any photos'. I valued any action that devalues what others were chasing for.

I feel less cynical now, maybe because I am jealous of the mere practicality from upgiving sense of purpose: those ungrounded satisfaction which I referred to as 'unproductive' which, of course, was argued against by these sapphire-eyed spirits.

Still, my photos rarely include anyone I know, or my limited span of memories is simply incompatible of the definition of acquaintances. An essay I wrote in middle school was about words unsaid, and the other one was about words unrealized, and the last one was about words unheard. See, even as of now, it's hard for me to articulate my requests in words. Let me try this another way...