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ceramic, voice records,
surrounding sounds

 

June 2015, Hong Kong

Ceramepic

Open the narrow door
We're the reflection that what we saw
All happening connecting
You're the one who effect all
All that exists
The narrow door is invisible
But if you stop too busy to being a machine
Maybe you can feel
all little thing beneath
And your breathe

Now is the key
To observe whatever it flows
Don't take over-analysis
you just have 'now' completely
Let everything appears on you

Under a heavy desert
Or let the breeze blow
A word is too much
cannot seek in luck
So let them grow as what they meant to goes
They have their own way
To be told

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