At every midnight, hustle and bustle of 24-hour restaurants, McDonald in particular, remains their charisma to abet a group of people to stay. Regarded as McRefugees, they are forced to leave their homes in order to escape something. Doing nothing with the restaurant, they perhaps just buy a cup of coffee, and then sit, sprawl, slouch, yawn, nap, sometimes contemplate, meditate, sometimes play mobile games, chat with others or mimic to themselves, making themselves as at home. I find no connection between them; however, the anomaly of their life pattern strikes me that they are no stranger to one another because they are congruous to congregate at every single night in pursuit of personal space out of their families. Having no idea about their backgrounds, I intuit that their presence aims to search a moment to palliate the pains and stresses from our society. Through my painting, I intend to unveil the misery of our society by delineating the lamination of the nighttime of theirs.
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