“A tic in the boy’s left eye. A green leaf falling into a green pond. He stares at the girl, her too-pink skin. The girl whose name is Hong, or Rose. Because why not another flower? Hong - a syllable blue the mouth must swallow whole at once. Lily and Rose, side by side on the breath-white road. A mother holding a daughter. A rose growing out of a stem of a lily.” — Ocean Vuong
You say that I've brought back a lot of your childhood memories since we met. I say that my memory of us, my past and our future seem to be all cluttered up. Our past is our future, in a sense. You say that we break timeline laws. You call it our future memory.
“the exiles of our memory are where we find ourselves.”
The first time we bathed in your tub, I played you the song that was on the radio in the car when the last time my dad took us on a trip.
你在我不了解的世界" — 2001 夏 淡水 My last family trip from childhood.
"Have you always been this giving?" His partner asks the boy. "To the ones I love, I guess," says the boy.
A mother once told her children that she's going to run away and abandon them if they didn't behave. She deeply believed that her marriage all depended on them. Growing up, the little boy forgot actually how many time he had heard it.
Years later, she told him that the reason she's had a such sad life is because of her Karma. She prayed to her God everyday for the forgiveness for her sin. "No, it's not." The boy said back to her that all these years, he's never once lost his faith in her.
Love is to understand that love comes from faith. A mother’s love that is so strong and destructive that only her children would understand and be able to take it.
“I love when you blow me after I have been fucking you. First time you did it I nearly passed out ”
“Don't know how much longer I can make it without fucking you. ” “You fucking cast a Taiwanese spell on me.” “No one on the planet gets me rock hard like you do.”
The boy gives him no choice but to fall for him. The boy knows it, he knows that he knows it.
"A beast gaining the rare agency to stop. Yes, the period in the sentence.""It lets us stop in order to keep going.
Because submission, I soon learned, was also kind of power."《On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous 》
Series of images and writings - 2019 -
watercolor and color pencil on gessoed paper - 7"x9"