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.
2019.8.18
我們原本也在他們之中，此後我們將通過鏡頭回到現場（或是他們將以影像的幽魂不斷回歸）
We were originally among them, and from now we will go back to the scene through the camera (or they will return as the ghost of the image)
