The city moves at lightning speed. Keep up or be left behind -- an unwritten rule spelled out so clearly.

The guy in front of me is just another face in the crowd. At the next train stop, another face will show up -- familiar strangers, randomly fixed in my line of vision, all blurred in the fast pacing of the morning rush.

The woman sitting near the corner is staring at me. She seems to mind me looking at her. But I saw her first looking at me and now she's mad because she thinks it was I who started staring at her. It is impolite to stare, someone once said to me. But by the time I reach my destination, she will no longer be there. People come and go right in front of you without you noticing it.

Everything is a blur.

In the covered walkway, everyone seems to be going against my direction. I must be in the wrong lane, or so they say. The quick, long strides get me nowhere, because the guy in front of me is taking his time walking and he's blocking my way. But if he is so slow, then why is he ahead of me?

I hear someone call out my name. Only, it wasn't my name. And if anyone was yelling, it would be a faint noise in the hurried chorus of the crowd's footwears hitting and tapping on the pavement. Everyone seems to be running late for work. I think I saw someone wave at me. But I am running late for work. Everything is a blur at this hour of the day.

A long day at the office awaits me. But it would be a different blurry story to tell.

For now, i tell my blurry story through my photography.

The camera captures the motion of everyday people as how I see them through my eyes. One frame, one long exposure captures a thousand stories. But the faces are blurred - unrecognizable characters in random stories, one of which could be yours.

Some takes photos to freeze a moment in time. To record a memory. To preserve a vision. I sometimes do that, in fact most of the times I do that.

But there are those moments that need not be frozen, need not be still nor static nor stored in memory for eternity. Those are the moments that are meant to be forgotten so that every encounter of the same moment is a brand new experience.

Imagine watching the same movie over and over. It gets boring so fast. But try watching a movie that is a remake of an old classic. Same story. Different faces. Brand new experience.

The everyday people you meet and see everyday is a brand new experience of the same story over and over. It is always the same, yet always changing.

How do you capture that in a photo?

The answer is simple. You let it flow. You dont freeze it. You let it move across the frame. You let it leave a trail that acts as an an afterimage of what you see, and what you capture.

You let it blur away.

And when you're done and you look back at it, it's not the same image each time.