回在中文词汇里可组成回家、回归、回去，至于回哪儿是每个人都在寻找的。我喜欢回字的图像本身，它是包裹的圈，是圆满的，是保护性的，有张开怀抱包容的意思。

 

“无名周六，世界还是一样乱，吃一整天垃圾食品，或谈一整天恋爱，都无法抓住傍晚六点的夕阳。”我在封城期间写下这些文字。

 

那时在漫长的、无边界的时间中，太阳东升西落都仿佛在问你今天交白卷了吗。真是孤寂有时，焦虑不可竭。希望这个作品能带出一点讨论：我们从重复轮回的无意义中，究竟怎样才能喂养自己生命的力量呢？

 

“The world still remains entropy, as always, as every other Saturday. We eat packs of junk food or fall in love, both could keep us busy all day yet still cannot ask the sunset to stay..” I wrote down these words during Melbourne’s endless COVID lockdown. 

 

Even the sun rising and falling seems too agitating within the boundless mist of time. By showing this work maybe I could somehow bring up conversations about feeding a little vitality and energy, one can therefore not succumb to the cycle of meaninglessness.