那時我們有夢，
關於文學，
關於愛情，
關於穿越世界的旅行。

如今我們深夜飲酒，
杯子碰在一起，
都是夢破碎的聲音。

擷取自 北島《波蘭來客》

We had dreams then:
writing,
love,
journey across the land.

Now deep into the night we drink,
with the clattering sound of glasses
and that of fragmented.

Excerpt from
Bei Dao《The visitor from Poland》

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In this work, I made two different box speakers. One is a material speaker made of wood, containing two glass cups. The other is an electronic speaker diffusing both live and recorded versions of the sound. Both of them try to apply the same sound with different sources in our daily life, representing our day-to-day tactile relationship by the two objects touching and crashing into each other. Also diffused are recordings my voice reading the poem above, made with a contact microphone in order to capture only the vibrations in my throat. Through this process, I try to demonstrate and confirm with sound how we once lived as time goes by.

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