This is a collection and documentation of text and artefact of the life beneath Phu My Bridge, Vietnam. Under the bridge, where light never dares to tread and the distant echoes of city life fade into obscurity, in the cramped, dim recesses beneath the bridge, everything takes on a different hue. The air hangs heavy with the pungent aroma of waste and refuse, a constant reminder of the realities of life in the shadows. Furthermore, damp concrete surfaces exude a dank, musty odour, while patches of mould thrive in the dampness, spreading like a dark stain upon the already grim surroundings. Despite this, streetlights pierce through the darkness like flickering beacons, casting sporadic glimmers of yellow amidst the murky black waters below, offering fleeting glimpses of the hidden world beneath.
