Missing person

12:00, 05/10/2022, I put up 16 flyers of missing person in Chinatown of New York City.

The missing person is me.

After around 1 hour, all the flyers are gone.

I ,as an outsider, try to leave footprints and establish a life in this city and meanwhile try to trace down the Chinese kid who I once was. This city is too busy to care. I am a tenant in daytime and a foreigner in nighttime.

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