这个世界沟通的途径越多，越是彼此隔绝和自我封闭。“每个人都是一座孤岛”，愈是希望成为其一部分，愈是感到强大不知何来的排斥和阻力。

我一直希望用个人语言强势地去构筑一个世界，一个色彩浅淡，声音柔和，充满美丽与和谐的体系。那里白云朵朵，鱼儿可以自由飞翔……当我刻意让意识处于“自动驾驶”状态时，没想到闯进这个世界的终究还是一些现实的记忆碎片。所有的片段虽然仅仅是关于梦想的空间；关于爱与被爱、本能与习惯；但仍然被固执地带上了现实的印记——它们变成了操纵与妥协、背叛与出走，抵抗与另寻出路、温情与不安……它们都是现实的影子，或许你也身在现场。它们可能成立也可能不成立；或许它们无力到没有任何效果，但却始终拒绝消失。

生活中存在着无形的道德和规则，它只按照自己的秩序生长。我只能用拼贴移植、任意繁衍的方式，提供一个略具形式的轮廓。它们在结构上大致完整，但内容及质感却无法深究。毕竟真实没人能够一手掌握，我只寄望于通过梦境建构的修辞来接近它，甚至……超越它。

我倾向于将我生活过的及正在生活的年代，处理成一个计算机合成的场景。那里奉行极简主义，空旷、捉摸不定，细微之处不为人知；那里是被我的语言说出来的年代，有个人宿命的最终神秘联系——它们仅仅是一个个人臆想的小型世界，而绝不忠实于原著。

在无奈与无助之后，在坚硬与柔弱之间，我希望自己能用寓言的方式呈现最朴实的真相，并为此乐此不疲……

The more communicating approaches this world has, the more isolated and close from each other we feel. Each person is an isolated island. The more we wish to become a part of it, the more repulsiveness and resistance, which we don’t know where they come, we feel.

I’ve hoped for a long time to construct a world using my own language. This world has light colors, gentle sounds, and is a system full of beauty and harmony. There are white clouds, and fish could fly freely … When I deliberately keep my mind in the state of auto-driving, it turns out what breaks into this world eventually is still some memory fragments from reality. Although all the segments only concern dreaming space, loving and being loved, instincts and habits, they are born toughly marks of reality — they become control and compromise, betrayal and runaway, resistance and seeking other outlets, warmth and tension … they are all shadows of reality, and perhaps you are also on the spot yourself. They’re likely tenable, or untenable. Perhaps they’re powerless even to have not any effects, but they always refuse to disappear.

There exist invisible virtue and rule in life, and it grows merely according to its own system. What I can do is only to provide an outline bearing rough form, through the way of collage and transplant, and multiplying freely. It is approximately integrated in structure, but we can’t get to the bottom in content or texture. After all, no one could master reality all alone. All that I hope is to approach it through rhetoric constructed from dreamland, and even …to exceed it.

I’m inclined to managing the years both I lived and am living into a scene compose by a computer. There I could pursue extreme simplism. It’s clear, unascertainable, and imperceptible. It is the years spoken out by my language, and there’s ultimate mysterious relationship about individual foreordination — it is a mere pint-sized world surmised by one person, and totally untrue to the original works.

After the states of choiceless and helpless, and between the states of firm and infirm, I hope that I can present the simplest truth by means of a fable, take delight in doing so, and never feel tired …