Carrie Shen

Flipping through pages of Hong Kong and London, the participating artists talk to each other in their mother tongue with implications perhaps only they will truly understand. Among the most familiar yet unfamiliar places—a bridge, a rooftop, a cafe and a station, as different as night and day, they reveal their hesitation or expectation, disappointment or comfort, sorrow or possibly even a change of heart as the first light seeps into the sky.

After a year in London, Jiu’s girlfriend vanishes, leaving a seaside recording, a plant named “White White”, and an empty room.

Flipping through pages of Hong Kong and London, the participating artists talk to each other in their mother tongue with implications perhaps only they will truly understand. Among the most familiar yet unfamiliar places—a bridge, a rooftop, a cafe and a station, as different as night and day, they reveal their hesitation or expectation, disappointment or comfort, sorrow or possibly even a change of heart as the first light seeps into the sky.

After a year in London, Jiu’s girlfriend vanishes, leaving a seaside recording, a plant named “White White”, and an empty room.

After a year in London, Jiu’s girlfriend vanishes, leaving a seaside recording, a plant named “White White”, and an empty room.