—sunset on venus—

By Tang Sumi if you walk on the surface of venus, you can see the sun setting forever.

acceptance.

By Tang Sumi left behind, we carve out the empty spaces of ourselves, emotional inertia filling in the afterimages of other pictures.

walking, unmoored.

By Tang Sumi left in the moon-soaked night, the city turns to ink. a change but not a reversal. a spectre made solid.