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.
2019.8.19
這裡的水域常常見到擱淺的船，或是遠方的一些旗幟，我好奇那是誰傳來的信號。
I often see stranded ships in the waters here, or some flags in distance. I am curious about who sent the signal.
