【那個坐在我左邊的人】

蕩蕩的人力車踩遍了鄉野的路。你探身向前，把臉埋在十指間。你的目光梳過柏油路的紋理，那些猶如低飛的燕拂過平坦的湖面時候的粼粼的光。
——你在做什麼？
——我在努力記住這一刻。
 

Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man: Spider Monkey (Out of Season)

Time is but a memory
The bitter note unsung
Running
Tryin’ to find salvation
From the sorrow that is done

For the life of me
Will the sorrow rise
For this under
Underlies all i see

For time is but a memory
Beautiful for some
Feathered like a majorette
In a rose unsaid and done

Moments
Like a rainbow coloured sky
How they come and go
They come and go but why

For unknown
Is our fortune
And our fortune won’t let go

And our faith it will die with the sun
It will lie
Underneath
All will see

For time is but a memory
Beautiful for some
Feathered like a majorette
In a rose unsaid and done
But it’s all
All for our future
And our future won’t let go

Solarplate etching, 2007, 23 x 19.5 cm

Human face is a landscape.
Our wrinkles entangle. Our breaths dissolve.

P.S. Happy bloody valentine’s.

……

The present is filled by echoes of past… 

“Be brave”, I hear such voices, “Valiente”.

The fourteen steps between me and you,
is over nine thousand miles of roads,
thirteen hours of age
and thirty hours of travel…

我們之間的十四步，有三萬里，十三小時的時光，三十小時的奔途。