John Clang

I am often in a rush. I do not make eye contact while scurrying to my destination. Few do. The endless throngs of people at the subway station all whiz past me. The endless drone of whirring car engines that permeate my ears, the stench of toxic fumes that engulf my nose – they all overwhelm my senses. The day is a blur. Faces are a blur, movements a flurry of motions. I never have time to sit still and observe anymore. Oh how I miss those few precious moments when time freezes, capturing every sliver of life, passages into history…

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