Displacing in the tracklines on the urban land, a body moves but a mind is paralysed...on the way to the next crossroad, civilised monuments and calm trees witness the next moment. I play my soundtrack with a headset, it's an improvised theme music of the ambiance by chance. Everyone can play like a DJ for one's probable journey of time. Passengers follow the norm to stay still, sit quiet and meditate introvertedly. Not necessarily a ritual worship of sensible touch and talk, people look and feel the breaking wave within the pool of the brain sea. It is a collective moment of body touch. The soundtrack pours in a motionless heart. I like the divinity of possibility, a flow of losing visuals in a freeform performing arts of flying birds and jamming music. An occasional footprint of a generation leads to a completion of the next time lag existed in the flawless precious momentum. In between the sleepless loci, there is space for logics to go wild. When the train passes through a crossroad, a new life simply starts.
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