It always felt like a person’s life can never break free from the confines of a ‘box’: the incubator the nurse places you in at birth, your school desk, your workstation after joining the workforce, the hospital bed in old age, and finally, the urn or coffin your body rests in after death. All can be seen as a kind of ‘box’—inescapable barriers. But I want my own box to be open, or at least transparent, giving me the freedom to open up, come and go, even if only to see the outside world and others… and to let them see me too.

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As my first collection, I hope this will be the first brick of the bridge between me and the world.

Traditional Chinese Version