how long does it take for a dewdrop?

shadow on his story

in the long run

the wind under the door
remember not
nothing

what's it behind the door?
no, not i
watching

厭，人間太艷。

light up your beauty

john: how can i go forward when i don't know which way i'm facing?
m: you...
john: how can i go forward if there's something i'm not sure?
m: you know it.
john: what?
m: you know, life can't be long.
john: and you...

thus spoke the him.

before i think.

commemoration 19.7.2005

what is the time?

yesternight

solitude

哪裡不彎？

at timelessness, i miss.

everything will flow




非我系列之一

聽說人的身體有七成是水。我想知道，當我體內的水蒸發掉的時候， 「我」，到底有沒有蒸發掉多少？「我」，有沒有離開了我？

鏡裡，我看著臉上的汗珠慢慢乾凅。然後，我把自己切割開來。

Who hates yellow? Blue & red

Love, the opposite of yellow.

What if something has gone missing between blue & red?


Barnette Newman: I have been struggling for years to figure out the simplest expression of thought in human being.

M: So?

Barnette Newman: So, at last, I come up with the answer from Who’s Afraid of Red.

M: Who?

Barnette Newman: Yellow and Blue.

M: You are goddamn genius.

Barnette Newman: ^^

M: But…

Barnette Newman: Yes?

M: Who’s in love with Red then?

Barnette Newman: …

當時，一陣風吹過，原來已經十年了。

我站在昨天的湖邊，你說，怎麼還不走呀？
大概是捨不得吧。

湖上的小船卻早沒在了。我還站在昨天的湖邊。

我想起了那一隻曾經帶在你手上的腕錶，泛黃在抽屜裡。
時間彷彿凝在昨天。

海岸上那兩雙足印，怎麼洗退了的才叫人難忘？

那一夜，飛機降落的期待還留著，雖然我知道航班已經取消了。我踏在清拆了的跑道上，歲月以後，原來一無所得，原來真的一無所得。

朋友說，年輕真好。我笑了。然後，那最後一個暑假也過去了。
回去的時候，我看着你轉身的背影，只道是尋常。

原來，
夜已盡。
原來，
我喜歡
一個人。

when we left
what we left

疑是地上窗。

我想起了這個故事。

bon soirée
mon chérie 
tu es toujours ma vie

雨，聽不見
路慢慢，行

竹杖
破鞋

走了吧
不怕

不過一場雨
不過一生

風起
酒醒

冷，迎
回，歸

風
雨
晴
也無

happy father yesterday

望

when i started,

then, a hundred miles.

then, a hundred miles.

then a hundred miles.

then, a hundred miles.

then,

how many years?
i just been there
again.

i thought it was over
over the sky. but still, i can see it
hanging around,
over and over.

still. it's just one second shifted in this world.

十八年後。

at last, i can hear your voice.

goodbye england's roads.

on the other day, i met t.s. eliot's waste land.

i stir my memory and desire.
the dust is coming over me, such an unreal city.
i can't see that crowd flowed over london bridge.
what's left, my red shadow in silence.

on the continent, the heart of light is looking at me.
i see.

before the moon comes,
i saw the sun of paris hanging over hong kong,
the sky above hong kong.

are you there?
how are you there?

i'm not here.
i never be here.