Bones

"The first thing I felt was the weight of those five bags of soil. They were buried in my future heart - one bag came from Qingyuan Mountain, one bag came from the bottom of the Jinjiang River, one bag was mixed with sand from across the strait, one bag was soaked in rainwater from Southeast Asia, and another bag was taken by the Feng Shui master from his ancestral grave. He said, this means that if you are in me and I am in you, the house will live. That was in the 24th year of Guangxu, 1898 AD, before I opened my eyes." "Now, I am just a piece of wood lying in an air-conditioned room. They call me an 'installation art'. On a certain day every spring, some water droplets will ooze out of me. They say it is condensation. Only I know that it is when I repeatedly dream of those years when I was still complete - those years when the smoke rose, those incense lingered, those years when crying and laughter mixed with the sound of mountains and sea breezes filled my body. I was waiting for the last piece of wood to rot. At that time, this 125-year-old dream would be considered complete."