I continued walking after I got off the tram. On the way, the broken bicycle surprised me, it was still locked on that pillar. I remembered I had seen it before. To prove my memory, I checked my old photos when I arrived my studio. Finally, I found it! Four months ago, I shot it in the same situation, while I was walking because of my broken bicycle.

 

 

 

Surely does it stay over there for four months? I ride my bicycle and pass this street during everyday, but I doesn’t see it. The opposite position doesn’t make it disappear in the photos. It must be always in there because of the lock. Why do I never notice this?

 

To think about this, I realized actually I never simply ride my bicycle and pass this street. Breakfast is churning in my stomach, I look at a person whom just pass by, occasionally check my watch, a kind of anxieties revolves in my consciousness. I notice a piece of paper laying along the roadside and soon blow away by a gust of wind. I use a finger touch the button of my MP3 player, a broken nail on my middle finger catches a thread end. It starts to rain. A drop of rain fall on my glasses and left a mark on it. I wonder whether I have put my phone in my bag, I check the time again, it continues to rain, I start complaining the weather… But all of these might be happening just in a minute while I am riding my bicycle.

If I tell all of these details to others, they would rapidly grow maddening. Unfortunately, life itself seems often describing these to disperse our attention, it insists on showing us a garbage bin, a shipping car, a wild cat…

 

I laid awake in my chair and looked back at these photos. They could not make me surprised at all. My previous confusion became clear. It is always a distance between what we were supposed to see and what we can see. But actually things are always there, just we don’t see them.