how much have we flitted between crowds, or to us that we'd seem like normal people for that small instant. watching those windows glowing from apartment towers whose light shrank so small it made our little dreams of a life like that seem like the dust or grains from shattered things across the hard sky. glazed across our eyes, something like starlight or at these restaurants where it was just the cieling fluoresence gives everything a kinda glow like we living a good life out here...some future light that gnaws at all the chatter until it cradled this one momentor something like that

nowhere else but here

glimpse in the passersby...

stanton wong

columnist for news sites. the kind of guy who spaces out a lot. does photography on the side and is always concerned about how crisp images look on high definition cameras.

elise catalan

freelance programmer. playful but tries to keep everything at a certain distance. professional when needs to be. likes detective manga. her favourite is conan.