chiapeiyingThe sounds.Plastic ruffling sounds, wooden knocks and muffled screaming seemed to be coming from inside.Feb 16, 2015Feb 16, 2015
chiapeiyingThe Struggle.Sitting at the top of the bow, Bob was wearing a weaved-fedora and sunglasses, looking relaxed. He told his son, “I took my shoes and socks…Feb 16, 2015Feb 16, 2015
chiapeiyingThe Text.Standing under the bow, with a camera slung across the body, hair tied up in a bun, and following a small boy around.Feb 14, 2015Feb 14, 2015
chiapeiyingJoke of the night.Walking down the alleyway and smoke rising from the manhole, David appeared from the smoke. His hands shaking uncontrollably and face full…Feb 13, 2015Feb 13, 2015
chiapeiyingThe White EnvelopeA high table with a pint of beer, an old white bearded man enjoying the cool afternoon breeze with a cigar in hand, and a black plastic bag…Feb 12, 2015Feb 12, 2015
chiapeiyingYou’re not telling.6:55pm, I sent a text. How are you doing? No response. I sent another at 10:43pm. Is everything alright? No response again. I sensed…Feb 11, 2015Feb 11, 2015