Dry Throat 又乾又硬的饅頭

Dry Throat, 2020
Mixed media from abandoned objects of the school
Dimension variable

Collaboration with students

Pack your things. It’s time to set out—any direction will do. Cities overflow with the strange and the familiar, like intoxicating brews that seduce both stomach and mind. Spirits, fading and soaked in these mixtures, seep into the dry concrete, irrigating its lifeless veins. They trickle into cracks clogged with residue, unable to sprout new buds. The liquid stops at bricks sealed with glue. Strike the gaps with empty fists. Heat rises in the palms; nails press into flesh, leaving their marks.

Each attempt to open the hand gathers fragments—forming obstacles, or ladders, or statues along the way. At times, actions forget their reasons: to care for someone, to defy another. My belly is full, yet I am ravenously starving.

收拾行裝，是時候上路，不論往哪方向出走。都市啊，滿街奇怪又眼熟的物，像暈眼的藥迷戀肚和腦。被藥水浸泡倦極的靈慾，往乾涸的石屎灌溉，流往滿是殘渣的縫隙的水，種不出幼嫩的新芽。水停在被膠密封的磚頭與磚頭間，空拳朝缺口的虛線猛擊，掌心發熱，指甲陷進紋。

每次歇力打開堆砌碎塊成障，是梯，或沿路的像。動作偶爾忘記動機，單純的照料過誰，叛逆另一個誰。肚子早滿了，只是餓壞了。