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Things never shine
Looking back on my childhood, I've wandered around the peripheral a lot. For some reason, I was intrigued to discover things that are barely noticed. Those were more special for me than the ones in the center because they seemed to camouflage themselves into the banality, waiting to reveal their meanings.
One day walking around the empty studio, I recognized these little spatial components, which weren't in the light during exhibitions or events. What would be their stories? They must have watched how people occupy the space in time. Through their lenses, how would we be perceived? Among them, what would be their conversations like?
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