CROSS

I was in a gallery room of a school. And I need to finish a task to graduate. I was required to cut off a specific part of my finger. A snake had to be hold so I could not move or scream, otherwise it would bite me. Finally I finished the task before woke up. I did not take it as a nightmare and tried to figure out why I had such courage to do that thing. It was definitely not just about graduation. It was because I had no other choices that all the incidents happened in my life pushed me to that point. And those incidents are intersections of time and memory. We live in a world full of parallels. Our daily life is paralleled with each others, we “eat – go to work (school) – sleep – eat – go to work (school)”. When we reflect back on our lives, the only thing left is a disrupted memory. These fragments of time are “crosses” in our lives.