2014

熟識的聲音令時空拉近，很近很近，近得你就在身旁，面前的景象成你我的對話，我看你說的，你看我說的，從前現在不時重疊在空氣中，一級一級，成了回憶的街道，樹也用根畫上記錄。時間吹來一層又一層的薄霧，摸不著，驅不走，只能一直守候在朦朧中摸索你，還是期待下次和你穿著木屐再相約？

The familiar voice pulls the time closer, closely closely, close enough as if you are next to me, the scenery in front becomes our conversation, I watch your talk, you watch my word, past and present overlapping in the air, step by step, turns into street of memories, even trees use roots to draw records. Time brings a layer and layer of thin fog, cannot touch, cannot drive away, can only stay in the fog to feel for you, or should look forward to dating you next time in clogs?

The video is base on Yasi’s poem, to create a conversation between the poet and me. The poem turns into scenery when I am walking in Ladder Street, and overlapping in the air with present.

The protagonist return to the past when hear the sound of clogs, past and present overlapping, she meet with her childhood, but with the disappearance of the sound of clogs, she back to the present and no longer found in memories. But Yasi let us know we can happily date with our memories.