〈給磁磚的一封信〉

我在幾年前開始注意，

漸漸的習慣在生活中尋找你。

時間萃煮一面磁磚，又片片剝落，

落在老屋內，落在水溝旁，落在廢墟中。

住進餘光處，住進鏡頭下，住進我手中。

不知道會喜歡你多久，

但你似乎總能在時間縫隙中留下一塊角落。

把你寫下、畫下、拼貼下，

希望也有人，在這些角落裡看見你。

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"A Letter to the Tiles"

A few years ago, I began to notice you,

and gradually became accustomed to searching for you in the everyday.

Time weathered entire walls of tile,

only to see them flake away—

falling into old houses, drains by the roadside, and forgotten ruins.

You stayed—

In the frame of my camera,

in the lens of my eye,

in the palm of my hand.

I don’t know how long I’ll go on liking you,

but you always seem to leave a trace

in the folds of time.

So I write you down,

draw you out,

piece you together—

hoping someone else might find you too,
in those hidden, quiet corners.