引擎 ​

傾斜的街道正逐漸伸向黑暗的城市。此刻，彷彿只能聽見引擎嗡嗡運轉的聲響。馬達的迴圈，槓片的起落。

我喜歡黃昏這種變化的瞬息。光影交會之處，內在的張力空間似乎能夠擴展得特別廣大。

練習把自己解析成不同的頻率，卻發現生活是相互堆疊的骰子。凡所有相，皆為虛妄。或許，一切都是臨在的投影。

Engine ​

The sloping street gradually stretches toward the darkened city. At this moment, the only sound is the engine humming. The cycle of the motor, the rise and fall of the levers.

I like the fleeting transformations of dusk. Where light and shadow meet, the inner space of tension seems able to expand especially wide.

Practicing resolve myself into different frequencies, only to discover that life is a stack of interlocking dice. All forms are dependent illusory. Perhaps everything is merely a projection of the presence.

28.02.2022