Stand with my own time_2006-_thread with clock_various dimensions
As my earliest memories, I remember a boy’s story to enter into a room full of candle lights.
Candle lights of various length mean the life of each person.
The room of soul maybe somewhere, out there.
The spool bearing people’s name is threaded out and piled on the floor very slowly follow to the unit of minute and hour.
The time when I stand with my own time in the forest of people’s time…