路上的可可愛愛 4：三角錐篇 So Trash IV：Traffic cones

會拍那些路上我會多看很多眼的廢墟與垃圾，不太確定是因為父親是建築工人的關係，或是學生時期遇到很多與都更相關的社會運動，我會捨不得建築被拆，也會覺得廢墟是還想說話的殘喘餘命；垃圾則是憂鬱症那時伴侶對我的標籤、是二十幾歲時社會給的標籤，然後就一輩子跟著我了。

I take photos of ruins and trash on the street — the kinds of things that always make me stop and look again. I’m not sure if it’s because my father was a construction worker, or because, as a student, I witnessed many social movements around urban renewal. I can’t bear to see buildings torn down, and I feel that ruins are like remnants still struggling to speak. Trash, on the other hand, became a label — first from my partner during my depression, and then from society in my twenties — a label that has followed me for life.