In the journey of life, I run nonstop, until life feels exhausted and fatigued, like a state of endless floating. I always look for that glimmer of light at the familiar corner of life. Tracing the trail of light, I attempt to find an opening into an alternate space. The light that remains in the direction of my movement is a world that disappears in an instant, just like the existence of Utopia. At the moment that I took the photograph, it announced its own death. I recorded everything about it, and bid farewell to the beautiful circumstance that no longer existed. What remains is more expectation and possibilities. The expectation is that I am able to create my own worth in the crack of life. Under the pressure of the wedge, I can still be in my own world.