Walking on Canton, along the road leading to the promenade, turning left until the end, an aimless run is around Tsim Sha Tsui East. Slightly wiping sweat with a handkerchief, squeezing it to drop the sweat into a glass bottle, the sweat is condensed and formed a 2cm3 sculpture in a refrigerator connecting with a homemade optic ornament.
I experience the city through my body. The unspeakable stuffy depression somewhat relieve while sweating. Once putting on the ornament, melting ice drip down from my orbit along the cheek being an imagination of turning sweat into tears.