PHILADELPHIA
Jacquard weaving with cotton yard，
41In✖️110 In
As I begin to fade from the city I once called home, I realize that while much of it slips from my memory, certain trees and iron gates remain vivid. They act as signals, marking my journey and documenting how I arrived at this moment. These details help me piece together my past, shaping my understanding of change and continuity. Like a diary, they record my evolving relationship with the cities I have lived in or traveled to, preserving fleeting moments that might otherwise be lost.
Even when walking the same street, we notice different things—I see a door and a streetlight, while you might see a car’s window in the distance. Our perceptions are shaped by personal experiences, making each of us irreplaceable in how we interpret space. I’ve learned to slow down, treating space as both a process and a practice, allowing myself to engage with its subtleties and uncover hidden narratives.
The world as you see it, your understanding, your light—these are uniquely yours, never to be replaced.