My uncle passed away when I was in secondary 1. The sudden change snatched away his position in my life. A few diaries which he wrote during the 80s and 90s were left in his bedroom. I tried to read and follow what he did when he was young. I found out that he liked taking girls to different cinemas, therefore I visited those current addresses and took a set of photos. Tracing back his footprints is a way to get closer to him. Apart from filling in the blanks between our memories, it is also a genuine mourning dedicated to him.

All of the cinemas which he used to go to were already demolished. As if it’s a film, or a person’s life, it always comes to an end.