COLLECTION 04
STRANGER
The slides kept flipping, showing different scenes of particles, causing the fragments of memory to change clearly and vaguely, making us temporarily forget what we were talking about.
The temperature blowing through the mountains and forests is light and gentle, caressing the forgotten memories of the body. As the sound switches on, our senses gradually amplify, allowing us to hear the sound of sweat trickling down our skin.
In a certain moment, perhaps it is a smell, perhaps it is a sound, like an invisible person pulling back our lost perceptions. At this time, both body and soul seamlessly unite with Xu Zhimo in Florence, harmonizing with the rhythmic pulse of nature. Without hesitation in attire or posture, the act of simple breathing becomes pure bliss.
The temperature blowing through the mountains and forests is light and gentle, caressing the forgotten memories of the body. As the sound switches on, our senses gradually amplify, allowing us to hear the sound of sweat trickling down our skin.
In a certain moment, perhaps it is a smell, perhaps it is a sound, like an invisible person pulling back our lost perceptions. At this time, both body and soul seamlessly unite with Xu Zhimo in Florence, harmonizing with the rhythmic pulse of nature. Without hesitation in attire or posture, the act of simple breathing becomes pure bliss.
