Yow Yi-woon 游爾奐
We are all connected – you and me and everyone.
Urban fabric viewed 3D when the planet isn't flat. Plains spread and tips spur, cladded green, grey or blue. Beams and pillars, stand or lay, 'cross hollow and substance, gravitated. Traces of life hide and sneak, dwelling in-between the weaves. It is dust that forms particles, and clustered-dust matters. Houses as cells and grounds as skin, nature be the host. We humans are microbes born from seas and streams, knotted by love, trust, and guts, robust in cosmic dreams.