As the title suggests This zine documents some of my recent feelings after returning to Macao The origins of these feelings are still unclear for now But I feel they can exist in a state of "I don't know what it is, but let's try to express it first" Perhaps this unusually stifling summer has made me a little unhinged Perhaps it's the unnatural feeling conveyed by the overly neat shrubs along the roadside Perhaps I left as one person and returned as another The end of one story is the beginning of another
