張晉杰

While on the way home, I always feel that some part of me can't quite keep pace with the moving vehicle...

A young man preparing to move into the city, a woman about to leave the city, briefly cross paths during a house viewing. A fleeting moment, too insignificant to mention. As if nothing had happened, yet not entirely so...

這是一場沒有顏色的選舉。

拜祖先、為盆栽澆水、不小心在客廳睡著，時間就這樣悄悄流逝...