ROOSEVELTISLAND

“the next stop is Roosevelt Island”

6:30

PM

It’s time to get ready.

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Goi

ng up the escalator...

Stop by the only starbucks on the island.

and then I start my walk.

I walk over to the water to see

How deep it is. How fast it is moving. Which direction it is moving towards. What color it is.What is in the water.

AND THEN THE REFLECTION OF THE CITY ON THE WATER JUST CAPTIVATES ME.

LOOKING AT THE CITY FROM OUTSIDE.

LOOKING AT THE CITY FROM OUTSIDE.

“RECTANGLES”countless number of the shiny little rectangles

with silhouettes of people inside

windows

I make this deck my home Tonight...And I look back my life.

REMINISCENCE

Coloring the rectangles with my stories

One by One.

When the city becomes my Life,When the city becomes Me,

It is time to take the TRAM, and back to the city

LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW

Reaching the hightest point of the ride.“so close the to bridge”. I could even see the people inside the cars.

breathtaking view of the city,picture perfect view of the river,

and the roosevelt island getting smaller and smaller

“sigh.. the ride was too short”

with this exciting feeling still in my stomach,I’m heading home.

Back to my rectangle.

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