I found myself at the rooftop of the building at 5 in the morning. From there, I took a photo of the Mosque’s rooftop.
I took a walk into the empty town streets afterwards. I chose to be extra strange with my photos today but they turned out not stranger than my usual shots after all.
My mind was foggy. I really didn’t know why I was out at that time with a camera. All I knew for sure was I couldn’t sleep.
A set of lines across those frames don’t really express how confused I was this morning. Maybe the water puddles in the rooftop do but still. The rest feel paradoxically neat and broken.
Perhaps, this one photo might have the right idea
I was out for about only 20 minutes, I think. It felt longer and most importantly, It felt tedious! I think I didn’t want to be out but also couldn’t stand being home. I guess this is why this photo represented home to me this morning.