I am a member of the working tribe [working class], and although this group of photographs were not taken on the same day, my life every day is the same. These photos represent a day in my life.
I am a member of the ant tribe [young recent graduate working class], and although everyday I “crawl” from a “village in the city” [or “city village”, like a “ghetto” or “slum”] to the office, but from the same process everyday, I have used my mobile phone to capture fleeting differences.
So this is “a day” in my life.
Every morning, this is where I wait for the bus, and these are those also waiting for the bus. After awhile, everyone begins recognizing each others’ faces.
In order to avoid being late, I wake up very early to take the bus, and often see the buses absolutely empty.
After getting off the bus, I have to walk two stops before getting to the office. Every time I pass by this high-rise facing the street, I get nervous. This four-story old-fashioned office building’s outer walls are all cracked, but you cannot see them here in this photograph.
After getting to the office, everyday I cannot help but watch this slow-moving clock, like a snail before my eyes slowly moving its needle.
Noon, time to eat. Every person hastily eats and hastily leaves.
I envy these older people who can sit in a restaurant without people and slowly drink soup.
Settle accounts, pay the bill, calculate money, either way they are all the same.
On the way back after eating, a deliveryman was hit by a taxi, the person flipping a few times in the air. He was lying on the ground, but when driver said, “Why didn’t you watch for cars?” he sprang up, however limping from his injured leg.
This is a sunny day, everyone’s faces are smiling.
Working in the afternoon can get very sleepy, so the smoking area is a good place.
On the way home after work, I will always encounter people different from the norm.
The bus stop I wait at everyday will always have many street vendors, pushing their little carts, some selling flowers, some selling fruits. Observing them can sometimes alleviate the anxiety of waiting for the bus.
Sometimes, you will encounter traffic, and the driver will not hesitate to reverse and find another way in order to make time. As everyone was looking back, I pressed the shutter.
Ever since certain incidents happened at various kindergartens throughout the country, kindergartens have implemented a set time when the gates are open. Since then, every day I pass by the front of the kindergarten there is a long orderly line.
Sometimes when looking at all the yellow and red hair, I wonder if I am a foreigner or if they are foreigners.
Seeing him, I think back to my youth that I was happy enough to simply be borrow a virtual pet to play with.
Though small, there is everything. This is the village within the city.
Surrounding the television watching the World Cup. When the Korean team scored a goal, everyone chose to be silent.
A typical restaurant in the city village.
Entering the city village, the setting sun shines upon the bodies of every member of the ant tribe.
Comments from Mop:
This is basically a wasted day! The people living this kind of life in China today does not exceed 10%, those living in the slums are all migrant workers, whores, old losers, or swindling hooligans. When these slums are completely transformed/rehabilitated then these kinds of people would no longer be there, and then we would have harmonious cities.
The 5th floor [commenter above] is doomed.
Brother sees “情侣用品” [lover’s products, adult products].
Mop these days lacks original [content], I saw this post on KDNet one month ago.
It is the fifth floor [first translated comment here] who is a true Mopper. No matter what the post topic is, always hold an opposing opinion!
Sigh, even though this kind of life is one that we are all living, how come it is so dreary from a reader’s perspective?
The fifth floor’s asshole has probably tightened up, and is looking for someone to loosen it for him.
That building with the cracks should be on the southeast corner of the Hanguang Road circle/roundabout.
Louzhu rides the 706 bus line.
The place where the accident happened is Sheng Ti Xi Men.
The ** beautiful girl is at “Hanguang Road stop”, opposite Tan Chang Hotel.
Evaluation of the above.
[We share] The same life, the same environment, the same experience.
Actually, everyone has overlooked the main point [of this post]. The traffic accident is the real highlight.
This brother is too unlucky, louzhu‘s life everyday is the same, and sees the same thing everyday.
So isn’t this brother getting hit every day for the louzhu to see?
Is life the same every day? chinaSMACK personals.