Many times I find myself attracted to strangers, though we may never speak. To me, it feels like falling in love with an NPC character in the virtual world, a love story that wouldn't bloom.
The city we live in nowadays is like a giant multi-faceted crystal, in which layers of glass mirrors dissociate us from our surroundings. Through those self-reflective windows and LCD screens, we end up with projections of ourselves — our haggard faces and meager loneliness.
Meanwhile, in the giant crystal that we dwell on, memories are constantly condensing like molecules —time takes them away again and transforms them into different forms. Our daily forgetfulness reorganizes the broken links of memories, replacing one order with another, forming a complicated labyrinth.
What if we start from two edges of this crystal, in contours and compromises, will our eyes meet again? It might almost be a love story.