Cold Air, Ash, and the Ringing in My Sku

Cold Air, Ash, and the Ringing in My Skull

2025

pen and Ink, pins, thread on rice paper, latex, faux leather

50cm x 9m

The ship comes to a sudden halt.

Not the stillness of docking,

but like an insect encased in resin,

suspended in the amber of time.

You know when soda left untouched for too long,

no matter how perfectly sealed,

gas will escape,

Thought I could wipe away the old scratches in the chocolate jar,

along with the past.

Yet in my mouth, there lingers a metallic taste

I cannot wash away

冷空气的味道，炉灰与耳鸣

2025

船是突然静止的。

不是泊岸的静止，

而是像被塞进树脂的昆虫，

悬浮在时间的琥珀里。

但放久了的汽水无论密封多好，

都会从中逸出气体，

我想我可以打开这罐布满划痕的巧克力酱，

连同过去的痕迹，抹掉重来

可是现在我的嘴里却有一股铁的味道，

怎么也去不掉。