The photographs are like loose fragments of a single day on Côn Sơn Island on New Year’s Eve (Đêm Giao Thừa), a day suspended between the old year and the new. The sequence has no chronology and does not need one. Each image carries its own small feeling of the island’s mood in those hours before the New Year arrives at midnight, the hush in the streets, a feeling in the air, the quiet rituals unfolding behind half open doors. Together they form a constellation of moments rather than a timeline, a way of feeling the island as it waited for the year to turn.