Objects,
Memories,
Death,
Us.

物品,
记忆,
死亡,
自我。

What things have we encountered in our life?
What do these things leave behind?
Shall it be the end of the time and bodies we occupy?
And…how do all of these above affect the way we approach and know ourselves?

“拥抱”——
或是接纳、或是融合、或是为了杀死他者——

Things don’t change, we do.

One day I dug out a pack of old family videos, discs of past decades technologies, from a box that has been untouched for years. I played the videos, looking at the laptop screen as if I was looking at life story of someone else, felt so far away.

Then I recall a quote, Nature loves to hide.

温柔、
跨界、
叛逆。

Is it that nature hides from us? Or is it that we misinterpret nature, as we’ve become such different people?

有人安享太平,
有人平添烦闷。

“…There is really no difference between memory and sight, fantasy and actual vision…”

...This weird conjunction of vision and memory subtly makes the history of “us”, as all that we see are slowly dying. And then, death goes beyond individuals. Something bigger also passed away, and became history that we left behind.

Gentle. Nostalgic. Psychedelic.

死亡是重点?是新的开始?
亦或是...人类可以取得的、最终的自由?

What cultivated us?
Technologies, consumption, morals, civilization, power...
Are we correctly educated? Are we healthy? Are we good and proper human beings?

新的世代被新的环境教育,
旧时代已然成为历史。

Death in a cultural context seems more than the action of ending one’s life, but abandoning social resposibilities, rejecting one’s value as a living being, and a powerful gesture to pursue freedom at the same time.

What do we live for? Who do we live for? If we cannot choose our own birth, should death rather be the blessed day for memorial?

人与人是能互相理解的吗?

There are many things I thought I would be able to overcome once I get older, stronger, and more mature. But in fact, I don’t. I get better at pretending I can deal with those things after many years of practising, but in the very deep I am aware that those fears never vanish, as “fear” itself, is, indeed, what makes me “me”.

回忆好像走马灯

I go through a cycle of getting injured, recovering, and, preparing for the next time to get injured. Many times I was told that I could just not choose the hard way, but to go with what I feel comfortable with, but every time I was convinced by myself to proceed forward, even if that means I could never truly rest.

Many years later, that became almost an instinct to not stop, and that was probably when I started to become good at dealing with fears.

旧梦之死,醉人之死,暴君之死,情爱之死,纯真之死,怪物之死——
幕后的故事,无形的文字,真挚的诉说。

I lied to myself that it was the only way, so that it felt necessary, and almost like a sacred sacrifice for myself to endure those fears. I’ve killed a lot of different versions of myself throughout that journey, those who didn’t have the virtue of tolerance, and those who couldn’t make it till the end.

眩しい光が煌めいて。

Have I become a different person then? A better person? What have I gained? Do I like myself more? Do I enjoy my life more? …After such a long way, can I finally see the end?


Or…is there an end?

Objects, Memories, Death, Us.
Joyce Shi / joyceshidesign.com / gloamaxis@gmail.com