I always have this feeling deep inside that I care nothing, not my family, not my friends, and not my own body. I always smile, so that I can spend more time with myself, thinking of nothing. It is a disguise. A real thinking makes me to say something smart, while a fake one makes me say something more open-minded and relaxing. I enjoy clearing my mind, so I won’t let anything to bother me. The world is like this. I will finish my days, and I will do my job right. I know what others are thinking at the moment, but I don’t care a bit. In my eyes, the world is the spirit plus the material. Nothing more. So far, I have kept a perfect balance, and I can’t think of anything to affect the balance... Death? That’s the balance for a bigger circle. About the series Perfectly Strange, I so wanna express the lightest, the heaviest, the deepest, and the most shallow feeling that you capture it the best when you’re most absent-minded. Actually, I know you’re probably absent-minded when you look at me. At that moment, we are the inspiration of each other.
Nothing happens unless first a dream. Really?
After a long while, nothing happens.