A crowd forms around a future dominater of Uno championship games.
A few days before Pchum Ben, a quiet afternoon at a local temple.
Between the familiar and the interesting (and therefore, scary) is the tension called life, a circular loop of never-ending story.
It floods. Heavy rain for a bit and it floods. Like a small baby that cries for little.
Making and doing need not a perfect moment, but some things do make things easier.