一道疤，是褪色的時間，被綁架在來不及腐爛的傷口之上。
空白很久，仍舊逃避不了日曆上那些刺眼的數字，如打卡鐘般機械式的掉落、拾起、壓縮、推進、真空。最後，被打包成透明的萬年曆，懾人的輪迴，無聲運轉著。假裝，充其量只是應急用的消炎藥。釋懷，卻是強效止痛錠。然後，上癮，絕對的後遺症。
A scar marked a period of fading time, which is kidnapped by a rotten wound.
Mar, Apr, May...a blank space. A blank but filled with those irritating figures which work on the punch card as a mechanical rhythm. Eventually, those turned into a perpetual calendar, fell into its destiny, and were separated into past and future...without now.
A scar inked a piece of sinking memory, which indirect cause sequela to happen without being noticed.
