Some weeks ago I saw a computer with a brick lying in front of an exit door in our building. A few days later the brick was still in there. “Why is the brick always in here?” A question came into my head in that moment, so I shot a photo about it.

 

The question always seems more important than the answer; it is like a spark, to push me to imagine, to achieve, to discover and to learn things…

 

A passing plane stopped my thoughts; the plane appeared as a small brilliant white light at first, like a star dropping towards earth. Then the white light gradually turned its shape as a vast body quickly passing through our building.

 

I thought about my friend. Two days ago, with my friend I took the early train to the airport. The inside of the carriages were very silent at that moment, we could only could hear the wheels beat in rhythm against the rails. It might be the last time we saw each other, so we all felt quite sad. After arriving at the airport, we quickly walked to the television screens that hang in rows from ceilings announcing the departure and arrival of flights. New York, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Beijing, Istanbul… the screens accompanied by the impatient pulsing of a cursor suggested that how easy our lives might be changed, if we walk through a corridor and on to a flight that in a few hours would land us in a place from where we could start a new lives.

 

“Do you think we can meet again?” she asked. I smiled without answer. It is also a question for me.

 

My mind and eyes seemed naturally having migrated towards a range of extrinsic concerns. A lot of questions flew into my mind. New patterns of anxiety were inevitably formed in my consciousness, like the bad weather showing itself every few days. The past victory no longer seemed so impressive, and the future became more complicated.

 

Looking back at this simple image, I started discovering an unexpected fact: maybe making and seeing photos could be a way to find the answer in the life. It seemed protecting me away from the eddy of anxiety, and calling me to return to the reality and continue doing things.

 

Don’t ask questions. By the time photographs will get things back, the answer will come out.