Starting with a search of self, my identity of being in Chinese family but refused to speak Chinese;
and of living in Bangkok, a city that Thai culture vaguely surrounded.
Confused in my identity, I feel lost.

I then walked around neighborhood, in the city of Bangkok, and found a lot of trash being left around.
Trash that I also walked pass by everyday. City will never be cleaned if people living in it

doesn't accept a being of trash. If trash is invisible in front of their eyes.

From this point, I found a link to my relationship with family --
I'm too ignored important things, not only the city that ignored.