^{The Paralleled Quarantine}

She has the right to shut down
the shutters in her room,
which is the only right
she holds for escaping,
escaping from reality.
Meanwhile,
she banned down due to the quarantine,
which made her travel along with three cities.

She lives in a parallel world;
One line is in Chicago,
in frozen 40 degrees below.
3/4 seasons here is deadly ice-cold,
people used to wear a pair of gloves,
an approach to protect themselves;
her way is to shut the shutters in her room,
trying to avoid the deafening wind-blowing,
the snowing, and the screaming of the long winter.

Suddenly,
her night comes.

[ Those photos were taken during my quarantine from the U.S. to China in March and April. I was locked down in my room in Chicago for one month. Due to the breakdown of covid-19, I came back to China and locked down in the hotel for half a month; then, I finally came back home;
my community banned me at home for one week.

Be in the quarantine along with three different cities; my body went through chaos, which still did not move an inch of its' emptiness that haunted my heart. Every day during the official quarantine in the hotel, food combos will be sent to our stools outside of every individual's room.

That's not just a physical quarantine, but also a meditative space for unloading my pain. The Paralleled Quarantine is a romantic title for the dual melancholia. ]

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June/ 2018/ Chinese Black Copyright© Xintong Liu