The Second McDonald Attack

This work began with a lived experience. In the early morning by West Lake in Hangzhou, my friend and I

turned "waiting" into an action—walking 500 meters over the course of three hours, as slowly as possible,

slow enough to almost disappear into the street. Time stretched, space thinned, and the city gradually woke

around us. That moment felt both trivial and magical.

Later, in London, I re-enacted the walk—from London Bridge to another McDonald’s. Again, it was early

morning, and time was our only companion. I placed the footage of this action inside a pedestrian traffic

signal. The red and green walking figures flicker endlessly—forever walking, forever waiting.

It became a silent rebellion disguised as routine, an invisible movement through time.