CLOSE TO THE MIRROR, INTO THE MIRROR 

 

Mirror, the farther you are away from,

The longer the distance between you and yourself.

Only if you walk towards it, get closer, much closer

Step into it,

And become the mirror......

 

The light disappears when you’re in the front of the mirror, leaving everything in darkness…You fall into emptiness and your body is out of control. Fear assaults you, followed with danger, despair, frustration and loneliness, putting you on the verge of abyss…until you have the sight of the mirror again under the long-lasting glimmer. 

 

This is a dream created by ourselves without any context. We may feel cruel and cold in it but don’t need to cuddle up to each other for warmth as we are the fire itself. In the dream, in the mirror under the light or darkness, life is growing, dreaming and suffering. There is no emotional upset for the bygones, no fear of the unknown, no restraint of ration and no boring logic. Time has become fragments here, countless scattered present, present, present... at our fingertips. We burn wildly before this clean mirror, emerging release and connection constantly and indulging in the loneliness linked up to the universe.  

 

Fifteen years ago, we met and said that we were the mirror of each other. Since then this mirror has lain in our hearts. As time goes by, it might become a bit fuzzy, and shine not as bright as before. But when we get close again, the only remaining glimmer is eternal... It always exists, there... This mirror enables us to stay in the present and look into the future in the past.

 

We have started taking a photo of each other every day since 2017, just like watching ourselves naked in the mirror every day. The danger of exposure had the power of mysterious attraction. In front of the mirror we cried, laughed, roared, meditated, unleashing all the enthusiasm and turning it into ashes. We grew as much as we could and lived full of every day as the last day we had, brilliant days. We were still pure, as simple and dangerous. Two years, 730 days, 1460 pieces of irrelevant photos, which will remain in our lives forever. 

This may be just a dream from which I don't want to wake up. It is an adventure of two children.  We mutter, maybe not very clear, maybe the tone is weird, but we are addicted to it, so obsessed with the adventure and the unique beauty as well. We enjoy indulging in it and the unknown journey has just begun.

 

In front of the mirror, we have a favorite poem engraved on our arms.

 

Day destroys the night,

Night divides the day.

Tried to run,tried to hide

Break on through to the other side

……

 



走近这面镜子,走进这面镜子

        

         镜子,你离它越远,

        里面的自己也离自己越远,

        只有走近,走近,走进,

        进入它,

        变成那面镜子......

 

        镜子面前,光亮熄灭了,一切的一切回归于黑暗...你遁入虚无,失去了你的身体。恐惧袭来,危险、绝望、失落、孤独,你徘徊在深渊的边缘…唯独那永恒的微光,直至你再次看到那面镜子。

 

        这是一场由我们亲手编织的梦,不承上也不启下的梦,这里也许残酷,也许冰凉,但不必相拥取暖,因为我们本身就是那团火焰。我们在梦里,在黑暗或是光亮的镜像里,生命在生长,在做梦,在受苦。这里没有对逝去的失落,也没有对未知的恐惧,没有束缚的理性,没有无聊的逻辑,时间在这里变成了碎片,无数个散落的现在、现在、现在……随手可得的现在。我们对着这块干净的镜子,尽情的燃烧,一次一次崭新的释放与连接,一次一次沉醉于与宇宙相连的孤寂。

 

        十五年前,我们相遇,说对方是彼此的一面镜子。于是,这面镜子就默默存在于我们之间。也许时间让它已经有些模糊,发出的光也许已经暗淡。但当再次走近时,那仅存的微光竟是永恒…它一直存在,在那里...这面镜子让我们置身于现在,却在过去中看到了未来。

 

        2017年起,我们开始每天为对方拍一张照片,就像每天观察裸露在镜子里的自己。暴露的危险,神秘的吸引,我们在镜子面前肆意的哭泣、欢笑、嘶吼、沉默,将所有的热情燃尽化作零散的灰烬。我们用尽全力的生长,每一天都像是结束前的灿烂。我们依旧纯真如初,单纯而危险。两年,730天,1460张碎片一样的照片,它永远留存在我们彼此的生命里。

 

        这也许只是一场不愿醒来的梦,一次两个孩子的好奇之旅,我们梦呓般喃喃自语,也许不太清晰,也许音调怪异,我们深陷其中,如此迷恋的冒险,奇异的美。我们享受着步入其中,未知的旅程刚刚开始。

 

        在镜子面前,我们在手臂上纹上了最爱的诗

 

        日夜交替,

        无穷无尽,

        去奔跑,去躲藏

        突破到彼岸

        ……