Chalk drawing
Blue sunglasses
Wearing headphones a man is talking
Helicopter
Markets and vans
Every corner there are trash cans
Suspicious man with hoodies over cap
Business man eating lunch on his laps
Standing suitcase
Moving suitcase
Sirens helicopters
Old man walking in a slow pace
Do you remember Jeff Wang?
Jeff Wang? Jeff Wang?
That Jeff Wang?
Helicopter, trees and songs
I hate Jeff Wang.
Playing crossword on newspaper
What about Chris?
Sirens, sirens, sirens
I’m gonna fucking kill Chris
Portrait of Jonathan
Jonathan’s Questions and my Responses
Jonathan: How will you begin?
Ameily: Just like restarting a computer. Reset, start fresh, throw away the RAM but always keep the ROM there. Always leave some space for new stuff. But never forget who you are, where you’re from, and what shaped you.
Jonathan: What shaped you?
Ameily: I’m a person who always tries to avoid conflicts and sensitive topics. I hate debates, I hate arguments so whenever I get into an argument (which is unfortunate and rarely happens because I always avoid being near one), I’m always the one who ends up with nothing to say. Some people say that I’m timid some people say that I’m a peaceful person. I can go either way, I accept both. What made me like this is probably the culture I grew up with. As you know I’m from Taiwan, but I grew up in China. And you probably know that there’s always this sensitive political issue between Taiwan and China. I had to deal with it since I was very young. People would ask me those sensitive questions which I didn’t really understand. And eventually as I got older, people started to try to argue with me, I don’t know why we couldn’t live together peacefully, why people had to pick on me with this kind of thing. I love China and Taiwan equally. So I learned to avoid mentioning the issue, the people around me also avoided it. Eventually I became this kind of person. Timid, or peaceful, depends on what you think.
Jonathan: What are the consequences of silence?
Ameily: It will be the ice age of humanity – everything dies. When I think of silence I think of people being cold and quiet when another person is desperate for help. People stand and watch and stay quiet. Eventually trust and sympathy evaporate from us. Poker faces. Cold. Humanity froze. Like a piece of ice. Easy to shatter.
Jonathan: What do you remember about the earth?
Ameily: This is a place that accepts and created my existence. It’s small for the universe. But it’s enormous for me. It’s beautiful. I want to know more about it. But I never will. I exist here. I will always be here. Even after I die. It’s where I’m from, where I’ll go and where I belong.
Jonathan: Who are you and where do you belong?
Ameily: I’m 張Chang憫Ming. I’m no one special just like everyone else but at the same time I’m a unique human being just like everyone else. I belong to somewhere on this planet I just don’t know where yet… probably nowhere, just probably
Jonathan: What would you say if you could?
Ameily: Thank you. I love you, I miss you. To my family, right now, not from phones or anything but right beside them.
Jonathan: What thought do you ponder often?
Ameily: Where do I go after I die, is there afterlife, will I forget about this life.
Jonathan: What do you think will happen?
Ameily: I think I won’t disappear. Of course I’m not sure about what’s going to happen. I believe it’s like how you forget about the dream in the morning, as if you never had a dream last night. I’ll be born as another human being, not knowing that I was a girl named Ameily.
Jonathan: What do you dream about at night?
Ameily: Lately, may are erotic. And those are the ones I remember.
Jonathan: What do you want tomorrow to be like?
Ameily: Peaceful. But eventful and meaningful.
Jonathan: How do you remember the earth?
Ameily: I’m from Taiwan but I did not grow up there. I lived in Tianjin for 9 years, then Shenzhen for half a year, finally in Yantai for 8 years. Then I came here. Yantai is not an exciting city at all. It doesn’t even look attractive, especially at first sight. But I’ve grown attach, the most, to it. And just like you I did not realize how much I liked it until recently! As you probably know Yantai is a city by the sea. You can definitely find solitude there, and it’s absolutely breathtaking when you find peace there. To answer your question, I think I should explain what “world” means to me. It does not mean the Earth to me, it simply means the network formed by the people around me, the places I’ve been to and the things that happened to me. When I go to specific place, for example the beach in Yantai, I’m able to remember so many things that took place there. So I remember the world, or the places I’ve been to as drawers, and when I open them up I’ll find all these nostalgic little pieces of memory.
Jonathan’s Object
It’s a small Swiss knife his father gave him. I remember him telling me that the people back home in his town are very family-oriented so he needed to stop spending too much time with his family before he came to New York so that college life can be easier. I don’t really know much about this Swiss knife… like when did his father gave it to him, under what condition and for what reasons. Simply looking at it and thinking about his responses to the questions I’ve asked, I suppose that his father gave this to him as a blessing wishing that he can be safe, and more independent out there on his own.
My Questions for Jonathan
People long for and try to get rid of peace at the same time. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…Oh wait, look at her… her exquisite body, her small but soft breasts, her skin like pearl… slowly pulling her stockings on… Alright, let’s keep going. 3, 2, 1. That was the end. Peace was interrupted. They wanted to have what they have. So they decided to fight. People and horses, rumbling over the hills and across the lands, like an angry elephant that has gone savage, like a train that has gone out of control. Silent cries and shouts disappearing in the flying dirt and ashes. Then came out as roaring racing cars. Too fast. Way too fast. The gravity could not hold it anymore. They flew off the track and fell apart as they tumbled to the side or to the bottom of the cliff. Leaving clouds of ash and dirt behind them. That was the end. That was the story. There was food, there was peace. That was the story. “Airships are gigantic… magnificent. I wonder how it looks like from a higher place.” “I’ll take you there.” So they danced at the edge of the top of a building. Then went higher and higher. Into the clouds. That was the story. Battleship, submarine. She smiled. Her gorgeous body and the enchanting look in her eyes fired the torpedo. Explosion. People long for and try to get rid of peace at the same time. People know that. Waves swallow, but we surf anyways. Bikes and planes may crash but we race in them anyways. But if one day everything started to fall apart. Bridges. And even the airship. Falls from the sky in flames. Bombs. Volcanoes. Who gave whom the power? Are we looking for peace or not? Roaring racing cars that drives too fast. Sky diving. In the flames, the airship’s skeleton was crying in pain. While we look for violence innocent animals and people were involved. What about them? The airship kept burning. Ship sank. People were shot in the heads, hanged, and left to rot. Fired another torpedo. Explosion again. Dead elephants. People dying and crying. When will peace arrive? The airship kept burning. Are we proud of this, really? Distorting peace. Are we proud of this? Something has died so long ago. Like a ship that has sank to the bottom of the ocean centuries ago. Look for it. Look for it. It’s lying somewhere where the sunlight can no longer reach. When will they believe us, I don’t know, I don’t eevne know what im doing so I decided to look at some books
