[Picture: Lin Ching-Che] Late night. The town is asleep. I wonder who else is listening to the sounds of rain. I can feel the smell of wet asphalt from my balcony. I strecht my hand forward to feel some

Straight lines create labyrinths of curved expance. The four high walls in the middle of the labyrinth strive for the illusion of open space. The blue sky, endless like sand, pours through my fingers.

A leisurely tapping of several dozen shoes on the floor. Dozens of different of voices. Most of these people I've seen today for the first time. At times someone greets me cheerfully with a handshake,

I stood by the door in complete silence and did not dare to knock. I listened and shuddered at every slight rustle behind it. From time to time, I took a deep breath and held my hand to the door. But obviously

The sky became covered with dark clouds. A bright moon shines through this grey fog. Street lanterns reflect as glare on the wet asphalt. A wandering dog is sitting under the narrow canopy of a restaurant,

A white shirt. A dent goes from your shoulder down the back of your arm. You’re trying to tie a tie. ‘Hooray! Now you’re an adult’, I say happily, clapping my hands. You slightly turn around to the sound

– I’ve heard you called me ‘human’ behind my back. – Yes, I… – Why did you call me that? – But I… – I do not want to hear this word from you ever again. – Sorry.. – It’s okay. I was called worse. Photo

A house stood on the spot where the eyes of local habitants used to see fields of cherry trees. For those who moved here quite recently, nothing has changed at all. As if this house has always been a part