The more communicating approaches this world has, the more isolated and close from each other we feel. Each person is an isolated island. The more we wish to become a part of it, the more repulsiveness and resistance, which we don’t know where they come, we feel.

I’ve hoped for a long time to construct a world using my own language. This world has light colors, gentle sounds, and is a system full of beauty and harmony. There are white clouds, and fish could fly freely … When I deliberately keep my mind in the state of auto-driving, it turns out what breaks into this world eventually is still some memory fragments from reality. Although all the segments only concern dreaming space, loving and being loved, instincts and habits, they are born toughly marks of reality — they become control and compromise, betrayal and runaway, resistance and seeking other outlets, warmth and tension … they are all shadows of reality, and perhaps you are also on the spot yourself. They’re likely tenable, or untenable. Perhaps they’re powerless even to have not any effects, but they always refuse to disappear.

There exist invisible virtue and rule in life, and it grows merely according to its own system. What I can do is only to provide an outline bearing rough form, through the way of collage and transplant, and multiplying freely. It is approximately integrated in structure, but we can’t get to the bottom in content or texture. After all, no one could master reality all alone. All that I hope is to approach it through rhetoric constructed from dreamland, and even …to exceed it.

I’m inclined to managing the years both I lived and am living into a scene compose by a computer. There I could pursue extreme simplism. It’s clear, unascertainable, and imperceptible. It is the years spoken out by my language, and there’s ultimate mysterious relationship about individual foreordination — it is a mere pint-sized world surmised by one person, and totally untrue to the original works.

After the states of choiceless and helpless, and between the states of firm and infirm, I hope that I can present the simplest truth by means of a fable, take delight in doing so, and never feel tired …