uncertain thing

clear up
make sense
make sure
name
believe

i don't know what language i think in.
and i don't know whether i really like you.

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just wondered how many pixels make a dot

growing ___ in my head

as much as i get to know ___
the one i know as ___ becomes less like ___
the one i think as ___ is not ___
but i'm not sure whether i care
it's all in my head
and ___'re not in my head

cold breathes into my nostril

makes me not wanting to breathe

found old drawings

2007

marbling test

brushing teeth

antonia and alia

earmushroom

ear is always open.
mushroom grows on dead trees

chew well

twenty times

screaming

Francis Bacon
and Charles Keeping's Joseph's Yard

i'm territorial

what i like about

london houses

everything occurs

imagining a world with no direction.
no right, no left, no north, no south, no east, no west
no toward
no ahead
no.

anxiety

i just want to be invisible, quiet little being.
unnoticeable or forgettable.

perhaps i just wish the opposite.

seflishness

restricting_expanding

shadow

web_geometry of my space

i knot what i hear, see, smell, touch and taste.
i move as i live.
and they have their own lives too.

don't want the head

an hour space

version 1.



version 2.


cost me extra toe-cut

you and the disgusting names

some names remind me of things i forgot.
the disgusting things i left long time ago.
you brought with you
no, you are just that.
no, what is truly disgusting is that i mind you and i remind all those things.
i don't want to see you.

mirror
i'm bare

once i thought that some fragile things are beautiful because they are in danger all the time.
but today it sounds so proletarian.

i had a dream of a cat

it loved me

am i in or out?

adolf loos luferhouse envelop

xmaswrappers

my new year's wish

is being adventurous

fat_emotional attachment

salted butter,
unsalted butter,
margarine,
Lard,
sesame oil,
olive oil,
sunflower oil,
groundnut oil,
vegetable oil,
grapeseed oil,
corn oil,
linseed oil,
poppyseed oil.
petrol,
diesel.

i'm sitting in my room

listening to the same music,
thinking of the same story,
wearing the same face.

i'm the same here.
i stay still.

Hun Tun(渾沌: chaos)

The ruler of the southern sea was called Shu(儵). The ruler of the northern sea was called Hu(忽). The ruler of the central zone was called Hun Tun(渾沌: chaos). Shu and Hu often met on Hun Tun's territory, and being always well treated by him, determined to repay his kindness.

They said, 'All men have seven holes, for seeing, hearing, eating, and breathing. Hun Tun alone has none. We will bore some for him.'

So every day they bored one hole; but on the seventh day Hun Tun died.

-Zhuangzi 莊子

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