Something forgotten, something remain

In the process of programmed urbanization, the city where i live has a strong sense of fragmentation and forgetfulness while being reconstructed towards unprecedented flourishing. Dead bird, soil, thriving flowers and ornaments remain in the broken house are the secret clues for me to get acquainted with the city again. Tracing back from these forgotten memories, i found instead of being a smart and impenetrable city, the city has hidden its tenderness and vulnerability in untouchable corners. I try to present the existence of forgotten memories and how these forgotten memories remain during urban development, coexisting with artificial constructions. Without memories we can`t define a city, the existence of a city exists between newly-built buildings and remaining memories.