Starting with a search of self, my identity of being in Chinese family but refused to speak Chinese; and living in Bangkok, a city that Thai culture vaguely surrounded. Confused in my identity, I feel lost. 

I then walked around neighborhood, in the city of Bangkok, and found a lot of trash being left around. Trash that I also walked pass by everyday. City will never be cleaned if people living in it don't accept a being of trash, if trash is invisible in front of their eyes. 

From this point, I found a link to my relationship with family -- I'm too ignored important things, not only the city that ignore. 

Why ignorance cannot be evaluated again as something important? 

Why something important can be revalued and ignored as a trash? 

In between this confusing state let a question rise from those traces of ignorance. 

Listen to their whispers and then you and I, will again, 'see' them.