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This was taken the day my roommate moved out after Emerson sent us home in March 2020. I was leaving the next day, the room was completely boxed up except for this. We cried together for the first time that day, and when they left the room for the second to last time, I took this photo. It felt like a final moment that was necessary to capture.
This was taken on a hike with my little brother. It was a spot near my home that we had visited often but we never saw the aging furniture. I love the idea of nature taking over man-made objects, and it makes me consider how the furniture even got here. I often think about how many people found this spot before us, how many will find it after we did, and where they all are now.
This was taken on the way to my very first visit to Boston, and I wish I had stopped because I think about this diner all the time, it seems like a hidden gem! The excitement I felt on this last stretch of my journey was unforgettable and like nothing I had felt before.
There is something so visceral about spontaneously walking around in the street and commons in the pouring rain for an hour with a camera and backpack after class at 8 pm.
Home, sweet home.
Memories of typhoons in Shenzhen are very different from the storms in Boston, but the same thing is that umbrellas are not very useful in such weather.
Practicing the piano is boring, but I do miss it.