Muxin says “time used to run slow in the old days, so were the letters; so were the wagons. one life time was merely enough to love only one.” Trapped in the fast pace of urbanisation, we are either pushed along or stalely confused. surrounded by concrete and machines, with thousands of people passing by each other everyday, we never feel so lonely within the eye of this urbanisation storm. Each man is his only city. shedding the flash light on each and every role within the grand play of society, the aim is to explore the paradoxical and superficial “self” within everyone.