I was born in the city and grew up with it, it has become a part of me that I cannot escape. Everyone in the city walks hurriedly, passing through towering buildings. These structures, like great figures, overlook and observe people, creating both safety and anxiety. However, I don't like the anxiety that the city brings me because it comes with pressure, making me feel like I'm walking underwater, with slow movements and difficulty breathing.

 

So at a certain point, I started to escape from it. There were moments when I seemed to no longer be confined to my physical body but began to view the world with the eyes of a stranger. At first, it was those moments at dusk, walking in the city after a day's work, watching as the sunlight slowly faded away and the changing colors told me of the passage of time. But initially, I didn't care. I could relax and let it slip away, enjoying these moments of being alone and drifting away from the oppressive present, escaping into this world that appeared in reality like a daydream.

 

Gradually, these moments increased. It was a puddle on the asphalt by the bus stop on a rainy day; it was standing outside a building looking up at the sky; it was a rainbow hanging in the sky cut by power lines; it was the neon lights of the bus passing aimlessly outside the window at night. Here, the familiar city became inverted and blurry, slowly shedding its sullness and gradually radiating fresh and vibrant colors, becoming charming and mysterious.

 

In this strange world, all time is stretched out, the noisy surroundings become quiet, and I can only hear my own breath, like walking in outer space. Here, it's just me and this world; other people are no longer important here. These small worlds are so fleeting, easily interrupted by the arrival of the bus, an urgent phone call, or a noisy horn. But at the same time, they can be infinitely extended in my eyes. Here, time is no longer something to worry about; an instant can become an eternal, peaceful existence.

 

These small, eternal moments are like something caught between dreams and reality. They seem as ordinary as any other moment, but they can bloom with dazzling brilliance when you notice them. Like a version that contains everything in the world, both great and small.