La Petite Mort

                    —My Personal Ruins

• We exist in a space of personal ruins, constantly pacing, breaking, disenchanting, and reconstructing on it. Personal ruins are the residence place of memories, made up of layers of past experience. We eventually become our ruins by remodelling ourselves repeatedly through the fleeting loss of the consciousness of reality.
• In this image-pervading era, perhaps “nothingness” is the real place where memories truly dwell, for it is where memories are generated, sink, float, blur, and restored.