02. Jul 10, 2022
对我来说“家”本来是不存在的，无关于血缘关系的人们、住所，家的出现来自于“不停地离开又回到某个地方”这个概念。所以出乎意料地，这么多年我难得地有家的感觉，是对于纽约。每次回到纽约我都像迫不及待地逃回去似的，同时出乎意料地对这里有一种奇怪而独特的安全感，喜欢半夜一个人回家时跟一群陌生人挤在车厢里或走在路上害怕又兴奋的感觉，喜欢在路上与陌生人理所当然的搭讪、问好或者鼓励，喜欢每天在家郁郁寡欢结束，出门时可以正对西面灿烂的日落走去、看着周围像自己的生活一样乱七八糟的道路，心想”Does it matter? You are in fucking New York City!”曾经还伤感于匆忙闪烁的城市里没有人停留，现在只对热闹与孤寂狂欢的常态感到一种安心。
01. Jul 4, 2022
My whole life I've been trying to approach something. In every way. Letters, words, languages, poems. Sound, notes, beats, melody, rhythms. Vision, pictures, motions, streams. Everything connects, together, and brings me all the way to that thing: where I started. I deeply believe that we, humans, live out life by going further and further, making a huge detour, and finally, heading back to where we started. Then we draw a period to the always unfinished logic program with pleasure. A full circle. Just like Zima Blue.