JUST A LITTLE

Design, Dream and Poetry; at MIT, 2022

A bifold story of a level, and a slit;
about object, architecture and earth.

« Level »
I was born
a thousand years ago
I lived
After the death of a plum

Two arms
and a tiny foot
Water, alcohol, spirit
Bubble becomes me

Standing on my own feet
I want to get closer to you
Feel
and measure the angle of your curves

Chasing after
You, gravity, always and again
I shall now depart
Away from your ties

Floating, rotating, balancing
Land
Traveller
Not knowing what is ahead
yet always remember
where this bubble had been

« Rupture »

What happens when the ground slits
A rupture
Wound of the earth

Slowly descending
into the unknown
Hold on and keep
Looking
Soon you will
open your eyes

Seeds fall and grow
Concrete stains
Animals lodge and wander
Seasons dance

Touch
the salt of time
Dust
Wrinkles of our mother

The silhouette of sky
leads your way ahead
You shall only see what’s hidden
once you bow and take
the step