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| It was a cold evening near the substation as the drizzle fades upon the dying light. I rested my weight on the sills of that little peep window of the substation gallery, staring at that neverending traffic. I turned round and noticed a new installation art by a local artist, Ujina Walls, being put up.I badly needed to seek shelter from the wearisome drone of that emptiness somewhere in the bones thus I stepped into the gallery......... |