How are You?

Though I move through this world,
I do not belong to it.
I wear what others expect of me—
a version, a mask, a shape that fits.

Kay Tse once sang:
“Being alone does not make me desolate, but pretending to be happy does.”
I carry that line with me.

Through self-portraits and unreal cityscapes,
I try to locate myself—
not as presence, but as echo.

The colors are vivid,
yet the streets are empty.
A slow shutter becomes a breathing space,
where I am both seen and distant.

My photographs are not answers.
They are the space between
a mirror and a window.