"space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence"
the soundtrack to a cold death among the stars
my secret slipped off my hand, spilled over your shoulder.
my secret is blue.
sometimes I wonder, how did I go through all those years of school?
I thought I was happy back then, but it’s really because I did not truly know sad from happy, duty from freedom. everything was okay and I was content with that. stick to the rule and you’ll be fine, or so I thought.
dear, how I was wrong.
sometimes I wish I had made more mistakes back then, so that I would not have grown as much fear, and so that it does not bother me so when I look around and realize how strange I am. I suppose I have a wound somewhere. where exactly, I do not know. because it does not hurt anymore.
that is life, it still is beautiful all the same. at least I am still here now.
Photographs by Li Hui
“My pictures never shows faces because I think this is a way of communicating with the viewer. The pictures remind us of our common feelings, secrets, past memories or magical dreams. The people in my pictures are not supposed to be unknown faces, but the viewer him- or herself.” (source)