我用文字建了一座「夢屋」。 她是一個角落、空間、女體、車廂或者某個論文章節 也是充滿夾層的抽屜 夾帶透過夢來記憶的陳年心事,是目前為止 完全屬於我的「個人空間」 雖然我以為屋裡面有很多人、我想起很多人 但不是真的邀請了誰進來(甚至連父母也不得其門而入) 只有我自己一個,依憑記憶寫每個空間的故事 拼貼「我在」的樣子,踱步環視 附近很多幽影徘徊,我與之共存但還不想通靈 另有一些潮濕角落正任由它長香菇。 其實我在屋裡默默開了許多門,透透氣 有的通向自己的性別和身體、有的通往家內 有的指向學生主體的路徑 有的往「公共空間」開去,各種雜音、現實的、成人的 讓我有很多情緒、怯步又迷人,但目前還虛掩著。 我希望她是一座通風能容納他者的小屋 只是還在孤與獨的狀態上「轉圈」 暈頭轉向的那種,還不是「畫一個圈」那般圓滿。
I use words to build a "dream house". She is a corner space, the body of a woman, carriage, a thesis chapter or full of sandwich drawer. Entrainment to the memory mind through dream is far entirely my "personal space "Although I think there are a lot of people inside the house, I think a lot of people,but not really invite who come in (and even the parents do not get path). I am the only one, according to my experience to write the story of each space, collage about "my story "and pacing look around. There are many ghost hovering nearby, I know, but I do not want to psychic. There are also some wet corner are growth of mushrooms. In fact, I was in the house silently opened many doors, take the air. Some leading to my gender and body, some leading to the home, some point to the path of the subject of student, Some open to the public space and a variety of noise, the reality of adult, I have a lot of emotions, prohibitive and charming, but is still ajar. I hope my dream house is a ventilation can hold anything.Just still in solitary separate state "circling", it’s a kind of confusing not "satisfactory ".