When I was a child, I lived in a tube-shaped apartment.

Each family had one bedroom, or a bigger bedroom which combined by two small ones.

The toilets are communal.

The kitchens of each family are in the common hallway.

A family of three is crammed into this tiny thirteen square meters.

I have lived in the thirteen square meters for twelve years.

If I choose to live within one square meter every year, there is still an extra square meter of space.

This square meter is right in the middle of the room.

With no object or person occupying it, this square meter is free.

Bed, TV, wardrobe, refrigerator, mirror, clothes, vegetables...

They are also crammed into these 13 square meters.

They had been lived together for 15 years in the 13 square meters.

Bed, TV, wardrobe, refrigerator, mirror, clothes, vegetables…… are an infinite number of objects.

infinite number of objects                           the stationary trajectory of each object                      

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   13 square meters                                      1 square meter

Every day at 12 PM and 7 PM is the time when the food will be slaughtered.

I found that “slaughtering” was a cheering thing when I was young.

After adding seasonings and time into the food’s “meat”, “bone” and “blood”, it can become so delicious under the torture of fire, I can't help thinking about the magic of "criminal law".

The air in the tube-shaped apartment is the messenger of information,

Lunch and dinner time are my happiest moment in the tube-shaped apartment.

After twelve years of training in my nose, I already know which family cooks best pork, which family cooks best beef, which family cooks best chicken, and which family cooks best lamb.

When the hour hand reaches the numbers 12 and 7,

I become the aroma conductor of 12 PM and 7 PM.

Open the door,

Standing in the middle of the corridor,

Wave my arm,

Conducting this aroma symphony,

Let the food scent of each family entangles my body and enters my nasal cavity.

Whenever I go to a new city or a new country, the first thing I do is to go to the convenience store or a supermarket in that place. The supermarket gives me the same feeling no matter where I am. Although the food in different countries is different, they are all supermarkets, a place that can provide the human body with nutrients to support our lives and allow us to continue breathing. One that allows me to temporarily put aside the mentality of comparing cultures at any time and imagine how vitamins in the colorful food works in my body. Here I feel that I am a native of the earth, not a Chinese, nor a Chinese living in the United States.

The steps to go to the supermarket are the same: take a basket, pick your favorite food and daily necessities, put them into the basket one by one, go to the cashier, and say a simple greeting to the cashier, take out the wallet to pay, and finally lift shopping bags which are full of freshness, leaving this place called the supermarket with joy. (I prefer the name supermarket because this market is really super). I like this fresh breath. This breath can flow into the whole body through the nose, so that the body is full of positive energy. Rather than becoming a breath with cultural comparison and careful consideration when it flows into the head.

Fresh vegetables just left the supermarket like this, like they suddenly left the transport truck, like they suddenly left the farm, like they suddenly left the land.

But they will suddenly come to a stranger's house, they will suddenly get into the refrigerator, they will suddenly run into the pot, they will be suddenly swallowed into the stranger's body, they will be suddenly digested, and no more can we call them vegetables.

But the fate of some vegetables is different. They will be gradually forgotten in the refrigerator, they will be forgotten in the supermarket, they will be forgotten in the truck, they will be forgotten in the land. They will gradually be decomposed and they, too, can no longer be called vegetables.

But there are thousands of their substitutes in the world, and people have countless opportunities to say the word "vegetable." Their substitutes have the same vitamins. In the end, they found that for people, the vitamins contained in their bodies are more important than what they call "vegetables," so they are relieved. They allow their bodies to age and decay. They let their souls gradually return to the land, back to the air, to a world of vegetables that people don’t know; they also allow their bodies to disappear suddenly, into the mouth of a stranger, and be chewed by their teeth, crushing the fibers in their bodies. Vegetables let the fragments of their body complete a journey: from the mouth to the throat, from the throat to the esophagus, from the esophagus to the stomach, from the stomach to the small intestine, from the small intestine to the large intestine, from the large intestine to the rectum, from the rectum into the anus, enter another fresh world from the anus. They also gained something on this trip, and they become good friends with saliva and enzymes. Saliva and enzymes have witnessed their life and death.