How many days and nights ? How many reappearing instances ?

多少個日與夜，多少回重播的片段？

Childhood, is no longer found in dreams, nor in the city of prosperity and efficiency. Instead, it is being split unnoticeably in nowhere …

Space, defining our days and nights. In the inevitably reappearing instances, what distinguishes living from surviving? Afterall, maybe it just depends on how we adjust our own selves ….

In the loop of fragmenting, reconstructing, fragmenting, reconstructing, fragmenting, reconstructing … human and feelings and happenings, you and me and him or her …

What have we achieved and lost? What have we believed and forgotten? What have we persisted and given up? And, at this moment, what should we treasure … ?

孩童，已不身在夢境，處於繁華光速流離的都市，在無常無意之間，沫了 …

空，間隔著你，我，他的日與夜，在必然重覆的片段中，生

活和生存之道，也許在於我們怎樣調配自我 …

分裂，重組，分裂，重組，分裂，重組，分裂 … 之間，人和情和事，你和我和他，過去曾經，失去過甚麼得

到過甚麼 ? 相信過甚麼忘記過甚麼 ? 堅持過甚麼放棄過甚麼 ? 現在當下，應珍惜甚麼?