The Mark of Time, Chongqing Volume: the Mark of the Sea of ​​Fog

Time is the ink elsewhere, writing history. In Chongqing, time is a carving knife. It carved sills on the cliffs, carved bullet marks on the roof of the air-raid shelters, left a mark of numbness and spicyness on the boiling hot pot, and carved into the three-dimensional DNA of this city in everyone's breath as they climbed up the slopes. What I collect here is not history, but shapes of pain and heat.