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Jeffrey

Chung

Suburbia

Photography 5 October 2018

I sauntered through the sunlit suburban streets in my neighbourhood. I passed by colourful sheds, dull rooftops, freshly-cut grass the greenest they have been.

I sauntered through the sunlit suburban streets in my neighbourhood. I passed by colourful sheds, dull rooftops, freshly-cut grass the greenest they have been. My shadow observed me throughout. The vacant street was occupied by the indistinct echoes of laughter and joyous conversation in houses nearby — houses with an infinite amount of tales.

As daylight grew pale, I continued around a corner I had previously passed countless times. I had become so accustomed to this corner I never really paid attention to it. Cars zoomed past as I continued strolling by a wall of flowers at a glacial pace. As the sun submerged itself beneath the horizon, elongated shadows of street signs reached out amicably.

I inhaled the blissfulness of the suburban sunset and exhaled everything else.