Specimen of atman-caress 阿特曼標本-吻

任何儀式都有目的，任何失去都有意義。 

疫情期間我們面對眾多失去， 

我常常能感受到更強烈的動盪和紮根的感覺。 

看似天秤的兩端， 但平衡在不可回溯的時間逝去中中應時而生。

崩塌也是再生的開始。 

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逝去或許是物理學裡最無法否定的一種變形。
就像熵的增加，一切朝著更無序的方向流去，

或許對有些人來說是無意義地瓦解，但對我來說他們是換了一種方式存在於這個世界。

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或許面對失落，我們覺得傷痛無邊，

有時也像潮濕的浪一樣在生活中無預警的再次襲來。

也隨著浪一波一波的退去淡去。

但那些我們失去的、那些已經走遠的，其實都還在。
以另外的形式回到我們的身邊。

我們的情緒、記憶與愛，也許並沒有重量，但它們的影響卻能翻轉一整個世界。

存在時時傳遞的溫柔、願望、牽掛，無形卻有量。
逝去將它們從一個具體的載體中釋放出來，

成為滿天星斗，成為晨光中的霧氣，成為無聲夜晚中的火光，季節遞嬗中的餘溫，

陪你描摹人間樣貌，以不同的頻率。

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During the pandemic, we faced countless forms of loss.
I often sensed both turbulence—and a strange anchoring.
Two ends of a scale, seemingly opposed,
yet balance was born in time’s irreversible drift.
Collapse, too, is a beginning.

Perhaps loss is the most undeniable transformation in physics.
Like the rise of entropy—everything flows toward disorder.
To some, that dissolution may seem meaningless,
but to me, it is a change of form,
a quiet persistence of being in this world.

In grief, we sometimes feel the ache is endless.
Like a damp wave returning without warning.
But as waves recede, so does the sorrow.
And what we’ve lost—what has gone far—
returns to us in other shapes.

Our emotions, memories, and love—
they may be weightless,
but their gravity can turn a world upside down.
They echo in our quiet wishes, unspoken hopes, and invisible threads of care.

Loss unbinds them from their vessels,
and they reappear—
as stars scattered across the sky,
as mist in the morning light,
as a silent flicker in the night,
as warmth lingering in a turning season.

With another frequency,
they guide you still,
in tracing the shapes of this human life.

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「失落和變動，只是粒子排列改變。轉化、折疊、滲入我的日常。」

Transformed, yet never far— they find their way back to you.

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