Words founding can never be
sinking into the outer peripheral
being not only the being

a transcendence for the
destruction to be
on the structure

being-in-the-world against being-in-the-midst-of-the-world against being-for-myself
talking colour
like the Spinozistic substance

never ever existed

on how great thou art?

看似藍
塵土亂黃
越夜逾天橫墜, 色落

差點
還未

if not a work of art

瞧誰人
三三兩兩
湊不成
不過一二

過

橘子散紅，悶了藍
斷塵不在，影子落，見淡
水且隨，月解黑，覺醒夢朦朧
春光斬，千秋徐徐

浪看岸凝，空壁拾殘，只剩杳渺人間
亂星投問千古，萬般破
數花微微拈，也微煙

色盡無藏

red plus blue plus yellow thus elimination

落雨
葉下一條草
花靜
無語

香

黑洞在蕩漾
因為沒有人在看

紅色的清藍
紫色沈澱
灰色不痛

還在畫空
只不過
一線
一點

其實不空

de R

Re．creature

Just situation. Just universe.

Plato ever said, “A chair in the world is just an imitation or instantiation of the form of chair”. He used the word “form” to describe the true essence of material objects in this world. So, a chair is not defined by what we see, but by its nature or “chair-ness”.
But what about life and being? How do we define and look at life? For example, what make(s) you not a beetle but a human being, just like the man happened in kafka’s freaky story Metamorphosis? Did technology change the “form” of an object we are seeing and also the happening of it? I am curious about that from this world of illusion.

我怕
所以我不吃肉

咀嚼清溪
蕩游一夜
行九里
重八
滅九霄

dis-life

Plato's pig, not on chair, out of imitation

If man were never to fade away like the dews of Adashino, never to vanish like the smoke over Torbeyama, but linger on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us! The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

-Yoshida Kenko

flesh flux

無意

夜晃了一下,霓虹落,蝶醉花間.懶回顧

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當風也停下來