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Fragments

The city lights flicker insistently and annoyingly in the night, bodies and cars dissolving in the uncertain human condition that bares its teeth in the darkness. The night sky reverberates with electricity, and violet clouds form the roof of the industrial age. Walking through the streets of Shanghai, every corner holds a story, fragments of time and life. The walls of buildings, silent witnesses, whisper secrets to those who know how to listen. It is here, amidst the asphalt, that the secrets of everyday life reveal themselves in silent confidence.

I see these fragments; they attract me like an eagle spotting a rabbit from a hundred meters away. I see them, and the camera captures them. It freezes the fragments, but the camera doesn’t capture the stories. 

The clamor of Shanghai breaks my eardrums, ringing with the fatigue of a long workday—a chaotic rhythm, people shouting, some with anger and others with happiness. This city never sleeps; it’s a cliché, but it’s true. It is in this interplay of light and shadow that I stop to observe, the camera held tightly in my hands. I snap a photo, freezing an instant. But what truly remains of that moment? A fleeting glimpse of reality, so ephemeral that it is almost outside the reality.

The stories aren’t in the photos; they’re rebuilt in the minds of those who gaze upon them. The photo is merely the catalyst, the spark igniting the machinery of thoughts and tales. The mind starts spinning invisible plots, entwining actual details with fragments of fantasy. Each face, every captured gesture, becomes the inception of a story unfolding in the realm of imagination. A fleeting smile may hint at a clandestine love affair, an absorbed gaze might unveil profound melancholy. Hence, the photograph becomes a gateway to parallel worlds, accessible only to those who can see beyond.

In those small fragments of eternity, those small images, there’s a certain enchanting simplicity in witnessing a banal moment immortalized in a photograph—a magic that might evade many, but not those who have eyes to see through it.

Every image is an invitation to explore, to remember, to reflect. There are those who might consider these moments trivial, insignificant in the grand race of life. But what would life be without them? These seemingly insignificant moments unleash our capacity to explore narratives invented in our minds.

I am in love with these moments, these small traces of eternity that surround us. They are what make our existence worth living. They bestow a profound meaning to what would otherwise be just a banal succession of days, transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary.




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