I can’t forget the pigeon soup in the brown earthenware pot. It’s inevitable that I lost interest in phoenix claws. It was the third small animal I had to give up after I raised two rabbits to die when I was a child. Looking back at the past, the flow of time distorted the space, as if I only had the present. I wanted to seek more beauty, peace, and happiness, so I silently opened Shining Boy & Little Randy by Ryuichi Sakamoto. How else can I comfort myself to give up thinking about the past? The time gears in my cognition are turning so that the pain cannot be quickly ground into powder but can only slowly penetrate into the bone marrow. 

"I lay in bed looking at the ceiling for about a month without being able to go out." 

"I had hallucinations and smashed a refrigerator when I was angry." 

"Look. My eyebrow was cut at that time." 

It was a long bloody cut, even to the dermis. I looked at C's photo and he was smiling. Dali's clock was liquid in another time and space, humans and pigeons came from different families, and the shells seen on the beach were ordinary, and I thought they were all the same type. But even if we only talk about gastropods, including shells and mollusks, they belong to six major subclasses, with a total of about 35,000 species, which are actually very different. If people don’t learn about it , they won't know, right? 

In electronic photography, a leaf that has been cut in half still radiates the energy field of a complete leaf; after a ghost limb is amputated in this way, many people still feel pain in that area. Even if the physical limb no longer exists, Kirlian photography has determined that the energy field seems to continue to cause pain. 

No matter how people abandon the past, phantom pain will still appear in the present, and this phantom pain will be reproduced and exist no matter what. I don’t like to eat phoenix claws anymore. 

Finally, thank you for buying this painting, so that I can be understood at a certain time.