This is not a coffin.
I never think about dying.
I never think about what happens after.
I never think about the moon,
I just lie under its light.
I never think about a coffin.
Most unfamiliar thing to me.
But my projects are becoming one
a form that expands,
reaches its highest point,
then narrows again toward the exit doors.
This geometry is simply weird.
A human body that captivates.
I never think about life.
But I am living it.
I recall the black days.
All those memories,
black bags of bodies in our minds.
I recall the black days,
the blackest one,
it is never the last one.
We are still alive.
We are still smiling,
from the bottom of our shapeless souls.
Even lying on cold stone,
we are still smiling.
Even when it hurts, we are still smiling.
we will smile even in our longest sleep.
We are all black.
But all of us are colorful.
We are still smiling.
This is not a coffin.
This is life.
