`Nestling` - 21st April 2020

One island at the far left side was in a completely deserted landscape, with smooth white sand and only patches of grasses where all those seagulls resting on, though no any shed you could see around. Completely naked as it is. Possibly this island would be easily faded away by water currency in any shape and form.

The middle one had a small hill at the center of the island. The rocky hill looked certainly like a hideous place of certain creatures. This second island (the middle one), would create so much noise among those three islands most. It has a certain orchestrated mixture of noises, such as water, wind, echoing sound against the rocky hill, etc. Though oddly enough, there were no seagulls to be seen in this middle island. Depending on a day, depending on a season, depending on a month, and a year, this orchestrated music seems to be changing with its tone and its narrative figure as a whole set. If you simply listen, then you might even start to imagine that this middle island has its own language to express something.

`Questioning - three islands` - 17th April 2020

When the water was at its high level, it does look like there are three islands independently next to one another in a line. Though, when the water was at its lowest level, you could see clearly, all three are very much connected as one land.

Yet, mysteriously, when those three islands are divided by water (which is generally at daytime till the sun goes down in the evening), each island shows its peculiar and unique character of its own.

`Fill up the gap` - 12th April 2020

The atmosphere in a car has special air on it.

This small container, where only what it is moving is the landscape you could see through the windows.

Maybe that is why, when I am sitting in a car, it would make me in a state of silence, and simply following through the scenery as time passing. My father would be in a driver`s seat. He would tend to listen to some classic music when we are driving for a long distance.

`I could try that. And I do`

I would hear some voice sneaking into my ears. Transition, a signal of those traffic lights, as if telling me, or leading me to some insight. No matter what, sustain ourselves within the light. Create meaning.