As I grow up, I witness significant changes of my hometown, from a quiet place where “noisy” was defined by the sound of the old Peugeot bikes and the old Honda Cub knitting together to a busy city where crossing street is considered an adventure sport. This project is a replica of a sound sequence in chronological order. Crazy as it may seem, you can always find peace if you close your eyes and feel the rhythm around. The old sound of childhood, like the sound of crickets, or the mother’s lullaby, stays immaculately. It just need a bit of attention.
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