Contemplations

My ongoing longing for intimacy lead me to a blind spot of other people’s existences. Shackled by the obligatory routine of the everyday life, I seek escapism in the brief intermissions in the mundane scenery; the familiar interiors and traces of ourselves in the city never seem to be what they appear. These self-reflective moments give relief in the quotidian life we participate in. While anonymity resonate in these places, I can’t help but to view them as fragments of my own loneliness and peculiarity. I sense the distance as I gradually succumb to the routine life. This is my attempt to locate and contemplate on them. By endeavoring this, perhaps, I will finally accept this anxiety as an embracement of solitude.