HB Station Art Project Lab No.22 See you later alligator
Artist: Wei Curator: Li Xiaotian
“I sometimes woke up while the setting sun submerged into the west. I could use another minute, I thought. The second time when I woke up, the crack of dawn. I stumbled off the bed, and out the door. Street lights were off, the phantom rushing across the road aroused evil spirits that I’d witnessed.
I got 20-year education on an isolated island. Educate, so they said, education it is. I nodded in accordance, I said yes. I now had already forgotten where I was, whether I was along the roadside waiting for time to be activated, or lost at sea. I also forgot what education was about, what the wind direction was, and what sinking meant. I’m a butterfly newly broke out of pupa, yet already muddled and facing the call of death.
I wonder, maybe, only maybe someday humans can invent a certain object opposing forces against time, something that could reluctantly reverse forces of time like an equal - the primitive engine and gravity. Even if the acting force could only lift us three meters above the air, that’s enough to put an axis on our existing dimensions.
If humans could pull on the rope of time, it’s likely that people would immediately colonize time, constructing new kingdoms on the undeveloped loess of the middle ages, just like in the games, constructing a brand new anthropocene.
Perhaps the colonists of that time would never return. Human beings will no longer know the actual number of human population, unaware of casualties, the only thing worth celebrating is all at present. Afterall, there’re too many people who’ve already said their farewells before death do us apart.
I imagine my grandma left the present me, and went back to when I was three, that’s when she was the most vibrant. Although I lost her forever, in the other universe, the three-year-old me might be able to fall asleep in her arms again.
Thoughts travel through fissure of time, extend and expand the edge of space, when the time comes, maybe humans can also stand on the edge of the universe.
All the past and the future, wrapped around in a black plastic bag, kissing and squirming.
I said I suppose, I suppose people who are born then are innate philosophers, meaning and phenomenon are both absolutely abstract. The edge of life is a rigid panel, flow forming underneath is strains of thought with fluidity.
I understood at the first blink that the people before us stared into the future as if dispossessed, so that they could produce desperate offspring like us. ” ——Wei