Three days after the application was submitted, we received a confirmation letter and started preparing for the move. After a busy week, it was finally time to pick up my parcels. When I opened the door to the storage warehouse, the dusty two-year-old items were in the light again, and I was hit by the smell of dampness. There was some water on the floor, and the cardboard boxes were a little wet and flimsy. I guessed that stuff was probably getting mouldy, and had to go back and spend some time cleaning them up. When I got home, I opened the bag and took the clothes out one by one to inspect them and found that each one was badly moulded. I tried all sorts of things and couldn't get it cleaned off. Nature seeped time deep into these clothes. I looked at these stacks and felt very familiar. These clothes that were supposed to be on me were left in a Melbourne warehouse, clinging to their long life of isolation and recording time.
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gaining affective and environmental engagement through socially engaged art between China and Australia
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