Clog by KAGAMI Smile.

And here I am falling in between spaces. Interstitial memories. Loading zones of perceptions. Altered states of you. A void creeps upon us. Crepuscule longing. Thread of memory. Waking between zones of being and non-being. The void whispers a secret. Inside. Lost inside. A fragment of time. Deluded time slip. Deluge of my reflection. Retinas lost inside a blurry night. A voice when you are not there. A closed store and a downpour of rain. Humidity pelts my face. I am left always seeking your answer. I have pled to you many times, but never receive a response. Your ghost is a residual memory. The residue of a dream. An empty apartment block where I searched for pieces. Crumbling into an abyss. Bits of text swarm in front of the face. Time is an abstraction it says. Loading in a fabricated dilation sequence. Statues of people inside a residence, playing a static loop of lives lived. Eternal gaze into the stillness of the screen. A paralyzed monotony.

Shenzhen