It was eight months ago I boarded the ‘Flying Hongkonger’, and we are not reaching the shore. I can’t remember how I got on the ship. It seems that I was already in this cabin when I woke up. The time here is chaotic. The bearing and heading are blurred. The only thing that keeps me awake is the writing of this Logbook.
Sometimes I can’t speak, pictures help me record; sometimes the image and memory betray me, the blank proves the existence of time.
2019.11.18
那些鬼魂來找我的時候， 要不是 趴著或者跪在甲板上。我問「地上不冷麼？」他們也不回答。
When the ghosts came to me, they were either lying or kneeling on the deck. I asked, "Isn't it cold on the ground?" They did not answer.
