This work is about my adventures in the big world.
I have just finished my small-world journey in the hotel, and the bedroom curtains to keep the room a private space are now opened like eyelids after keeping your eyes shut for a long while. My body finds a support and I look out from the window in my room, searching for the windows in the distant buildings which seem unfamiliar but yet intriguing to me. My gaze penetrates the transparent glass, picturing the distant windows in my window. The unfamiliar window afar, the solid window with transparent glass in my room, and the window in my imagination all connected in my big-world journey, in spite of their similarities or differences. Perhaps they are still windows, but they may also become the movement of the focus, the journal of a journey, or the visualization of my guilty greedy peek at the city.