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 little foot
Water, alcohol, spirit
Bubble becomes me now

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

Gravity
I used to chase you
wherever and however
Yet now it’s time for me to fly
Away from your ties

Floating, rotating, balancing
Land
Travelling
Not knowing what is in front of me
yet always remember
where this bubble has been

« Rupture »

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

Slowly descending
into the unknown
Hold on and keep
looking
Soon you will
be able to see

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

Touch
the marks of time
dusts
Wrinkles of mother

The silhouette of sky
will always guide your way
We could only know what is hidden
once we bow down and take
a step