- release
- Own me (before Gagosian does)
- last word
-
4’33”
- Du kannst mich auch Heute lieben
- Tomorrow is another day
- The snow insidethe house
- slaughtering pool
- snowy shore，refuge island
- Zerbrechlich aber ganz
- Pigeons hovering over Cattelan's solo exhibition
- Medusa
- My Constellation
- crustal movement
- hostile architecture
You write in the elevator, finding nothing strange about it.
Word by word, the elevator climbs—one floor，ten floors, then twenty-one
—until the city stretches far beneath your feet.
The sentence that began as you stepped inside now finds its ending,
There are twenty-two floors between the first and last words...