The blue-tak tears on bedroom walls, a water-colour sun and stick man hiding behind a fitted wardrobe, a dent in a table, a crack in a mirror, were all passing moments etched into the physical world, like voices pressed into vinyl.

• 卧室墙上的那条裂口，水彩画的太阳和藏在衣柜的握着手仗的男人，桌子上的凹痕，镜子上的裂痕，都是镶在这个有形世界里短暂的瞬间，就如声音被压缩在磁带里。