I see you, a boy running on the playground. He walks to me and asks, “who are you?”
I cannot answer… I just keep watching him.
I open my eyes. I see me laying on the small square. An air of silence makes my eyes close again.
Squares in the square. People and people again. My heart is dyed gray with their inexpressive faces.Where are you going? Feel like I’m going backward.
At sometime in the past, I lost my direction.
The time merely passes. My empty desires scattered by wind anxiously wane.
I’m trying to find myself in this place. The only shape I can find in this city is the shadow. Without my will, it is scattered by the people moving fast. The city doesn’t even allow me to keep my shape. I’m pathetic.
What’s the color of the city today? Can you fit on there…? I’m camouflaging everyday.
This isn’t my home anymore… but I have to accept it.
People want to be remembered. They want to be special for someone. So do I. I remembered them and they remembered me. We fill the emptiness of the city.
I talk. I talk again.
I listen. They talk more.I’m the slave from Babylon. But, I don’t work for the tower anymore.
Memories are fragile.
It doesn’t work anymore. I may go so far away from my home.
Are you one of us? Or not?
Don’t worry, you don’t have to be someone in your home.
You cannot touch it. It is very sensitive. Just keep watching it, then it will touch your heart.
I thought I was getting out of the tunnel. It still dark and cold. I don’t even remember what the next stop is. How long this will be taken…?
Struggling with homesick for years. Ironically, I’m losing home in my home. The old wound in my memory cannot be healed.
What do you remember? Is this real? How do you know? Memory doesn’t change. But, people manipulate it in their own way. How do you want to be remembered?
This is my puzzle. Let’s play with my chaos.
Your warm whispers make me feel bittersweet.
Time lasts forever, so take a walk slowly. You won’t stop until you arrive your destination.
Nothing is changed, except me. I won't give up.
The way back to home, I’m thinking about you. Why you do this to me…?
“Stop watching and get into it!” “I can’t, I’m still a stranger”