Last summer I took a stroll through the doomed Huáguāng Community 華光社區, walking down the laneway that borders the ruins of Taipei City Prison. Immediately to the north is a long row of abandoned homes—though perhaps “abandoned” is not quite the right term for them. Residents had been forcibly evicted by the government and the whole neighbourhood was slated for destruction within months.
I regularly find photographic negatives while exploring old buildings in Taiwan 台灣. Negatives interest me as they record something of the lives of those who have vanished. Sometimes I will pick up a set of negatives and hold them up to the light in a vain attempt to peer through a tiny window into the past. I seldom see much more than the glowing silhouettes of people standing in the sun.