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TIME IN TIME

Moving image  2023

A story that unfolds in two parallel timelines of memory and journey, telling the confession and inner journey of a young man who embarked on a dream journey back to his hometown.  This is a story of leaving and waiting.  It focuses on the personal experience and memory emotion under the torrent of the post-pandemic era.  Escape, flee, and fall into layers of memories and slow personal memory time in the linear schedule.  In the train, on the rails, the ripples of memory lead to a ring of emotional causality, the outline of consciousness and the voice of the waiting crowd finally merge, time overlaps in time, just like water disappears in water.

[ The preface of returning home slid past the window, falling into the light breeze.
The train replaces the footsteps, tumbling from dawn to dusk.
In a moment of rest, chasing the waves of the shadows, flattening the time of narration.
Wait a little longer, on the lake at the end of the sight, in the water marks that are diffused with mist, stay here.
In the hinterland of all memories, stay here.

I am waiting.
I am still waiting in the developing time, decoding beyond the boundary.
Under the footnotes of the micro-things, I see the shadow of time.
In the tentacles of memory, shadows entwine with shadows.
On the broken face, there are remnants of the fallen wall, ancient fingerprints engraved in the blank eye sockets.
I stare at time, time stares at me.
The train flies on the rails, spinning continuously and repeatedly.
In the endless echo, the familiar names gradually fade away.
The cracks of the partition, the interlaced tree patterns, the debris of the container.
Is this another symbol and cause in the endless sequence?
I repeat and depict the ripples of memory over and over again, in the random and disorderly branches.
The intermittent halo is projected in the morning, folded in the evening.
The skin and hair are fused, weak under the dilution of the taste buds.
The outlines born in consciousness disappear under the ticking,
like water dissolving in water.]