Every day there are so many stories being told. There are so many events happening around us at this moment. At the end of the day I miss most of it. Uneventful stories that existed in life.
What happened yesterday? What did I do two days ago? Most of the time I can’t remember all the small details.
Life passes by us and we have nothing to tell, but isn’t that what life is like? Life just slips away when we are in the midst of it, and that’s how life exists.
How do I capture the unseen moments in life? How do I tell the untold stories in life?
How can I illuminate the life that is full of uneventful happenings so that they won’t be forgotten?
Life exists like a stream of river. My hand can’t even grasp everything and each time it flees out of my fingers.
hand cut lettering on news paper
Published in Playful Type 2, 2010 and Papercraft 2, 2011
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