I take a sudden stop in utter silence.
Quietly a clock is deconstructed, hands going nowhere and face being covered by messed silk threads. The old clock goes into shock.
Silently an oval stone clock floats in middle of the air, wrapped by fine warm silk fibre, starting to melt bit by bit...
Serenely an accelerator is being erected. The clouds of silk on the wall echo with particles inside. They seem to be vapourising and eventually spin rapidly in the air.
No truth or illusion can be told. The silk fibre sparkles with soft power. Time is restarted.
Liang Shaoji
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