照片在日常所見與所到之處留下痕跡，在光抵達的表面、行經的路徑，在目光曾落下的地方，將照片一一攤開，生活於是從某個暗處的角落浮現。
那是一段緊握相機不肯放的日子，下意識的用相機代替眼睛，等待來日這些不可期的、薄薄的影像出現，任憑自己和即將逝去的日常，通過拍攝、顯影重新拿捏距離。那些放空按下快門的日子，從影像中回望起來，像呼吸或走路般，平凡又如此日常，偶爾替那些不敢拿起相機記錄的時刻感到後悔，因此它們看起來總是比現實還要輕盈太多，不過我想也正是因為它們的輕，而不敢任意按下快門。最後它們只是一面又一面眼角和機械交會下的殘影，靠近也同時遠離記憶。
There were days when I clung to the camera, letting it see for me, waiting for fleeting images to appear. Through photographing and developing, I measured the distance between myself and the fading present. Looking back, those moments of instinctively pressing the shutter feel as natural as breathing or walking, yet deeply woven into the fabric of daily life. Sometimes, I regret not raising the camera in certain moments—perhaps that’s why the images always seem lighter than reality. And yet, it’s this very lightness that made me hesitate to capture them freely. In the end, they remain nothing more than fleeting afterimages—glimpses between my eye and the lens—both near and distant from memory.
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