The City is a place where buildings furiously propagate. In China, it is almost like a carnival. All kinds of unthinkable new buildings gather from all over the world, to compensate the desires of a newly rising powerful country, to satisfy a thirst for marvelous spectacles. The marvelous spectacle of these buildings is a holy miracle, and what these offices require is the unconditional acceptance of the spectators, and to acquire people’s obeisance through sighs and admiration.

I’ve combined these buildings from various places with other forms, dragging them out from their aesthetics, so that they lose their perfect, grand, spectacular and exciting attraction which they use to seduce and to hypnotize. They seem a lot smaller, and are paid a lot less attention. It is a lot more enjoyable to look at them like this.

What I want to say is a lot like the view of sacred Buddhist texts: the grand objects outside are composed of countless microscopic particles. In fact, they are all just piles of dusts.