CDG 08-12 11:45

We often pass by the airport.
This is a place for reunion or parting.
Some parting or even forever.
People are always in a hurry. The have no time to appreciate.
The automatic ticket machine seems to be the witness of all the things.
In my word, I hide the crowd.
Leaving only scenery.
The corridor in the distance is illusory but real.
We don’t know where it will take us.
These for machines have become the protagonists. Cast some long shadows in the sun.
Shadows have intersection. They resemble lovers who are saying goodbye.
The elevator in the corner symbolizes the passage of time.