未经之地 ｜Unknown Land
The white tile is a memory of my childhood home, where I can see the blurred shadows of people or objects in the reflection of the tile. When I arrived in Xining, I bought this tile at the building materials market, and it was just big enough for me to curl up on.
I curled up on the tile while blowing a whistle with the frequency of my breath, from light to slow, while the sand covered me little by little until my body was completely covered.