85% (2021)
Notes on a summer in Switzerland, infused with moist .

Dream is something I can never describe. I barely dream, and if I dreamed, I can never clearly remember it after wakening up. The night is inaccessible to me — the awake and aware myself. Without the memory of dreams, my perception of time is disconnected day by day. Daily sleep pauses my mind every night, where time sinks into the void of unconsciousness.

There is nothing my mind can bring outside the dull desert of sleeping. Every morning I wake up, I got this weird feeling of knowing my mind had been lost hours ago. The interval between closing and opening of my eyelids is barely rest of my body. I lack dreams, lack of my existence in the dimension of sleep.