About my method of survival in the urban drift

This work attempts to describe the process of positioning oneself in a city through fragments of visual memory. In this memory, the climate is hazy, and the viewpoint is vertical. It is an airborne position, as well as a habitual method of observation. And by intentionally allowing for physical metamorphosis, it facilitates entry into a representation of my thinking space. The succession is arranged vertically according viewpoint, keeping a constant distance between each object, and the positions between layers are readjusted according to oscillations dictated by the strength of currents. Under these conditions, this space changes once more, with time twisting the third dimension. Memory marches forward like a procession of train carriages. This familiar time-space principle is the type of memory dimension that I excel in building.

By this logical drift, being lost in thought, there is often a “disconnect” with environmental noise, but this is not a great obstacle. I maintain the swaying-a seemingly natural flowing-by simulation using commonplace mechanical devices. The boat uses a simple motor and cogs to reach its destination-most of my boats look this way. During the voyage, its surface shines like a polished apple. This is not a high-tech journey; the motion of the boat relies merely on light to transmit a pulse. It is an extravagant method, but there is no alternative.

I operate these machines and tools in the urban drift, hoping not to sink. I worry, so I am building another ship while this one oscillates to assuage my fears. At this time, the other ship has not been completed, so I will continue to float in this manner for the time being.