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Celebrating Nothing


On a piece of open land, composed solely with few straight strikes of walking path, she susses out the realism of a flat landscape. At a standing point, the straight line is maybe an imagination of how it is seen in google maps. The truthful shape of land and scale of humans is at the brim of reality that slips over to a surreal sense. Following cracked lines slows the walk down and invites gliding through the preconception of the familiar scene.







...........:............................................:..................................It was an annual habit to visit my uncle, my personal optician. I rushed to catch him at his office before he came home. Sitting at the examination table and looking into a lens, I again encounter the same landscape regardless of season and time outside. First few seconds, it is blur thoroughly. After a few blinks and mechanical sound of adjustment, the scene is sharp. It is exactly halved horizontally with the most saturated blue and green and a red roof house was maybe standing in the middle. As I grew up in the city wrapped around with mountains, the most well known prairie to me exists in the vision test machine. The second familiar one is in Windows XP...........:.....................................:.... In the late spring I met a prairie perfectly fenced with forests. A person seemed like a dot. I watched a man walking from one edge to the other before he disappeared into the woods. I was a dot to them. As we stride on the other side of the grassland, we were dots to each other…………………….. …………………:……………..............:................ When you walk on a land exclusively prepared for a walk, it’s a luxurious experience. This piece of land has nothing to celebrate. Down the road, the reality awaits. I was looking at people walking towards me through a camcorder. I was gradually getting stiff. I acted targeting something else and wished for indifference.