Crumpled paper.Rolled unto itself,away from any attention.With intimate concerns clamped privately among iron folds.Scribed invisibly with deep intent against prying eared eyes.That might trespass a sacred conversation.As the hermetic clam buried further into solitaire ruminations.Fathoming for peace beyond the veneer of appearances.
I changed the title three times!! Sometimes we need context, otherwise people just end up thinking what they are seeing is bizzare. Here , this has now become a historical record of how some people are still living in Shanghai in 2005.
Very incongruous posture -- it almost hurts to look at how tightly this body is bent. I would have had no idea what he or she is doing without the title.
