You thought you were awake.
The customs clearance sound is still vibrating on your eardrums, the car door is closed behind you, and the familiar khaki color flows through the car window - you close your eyes, bury your face in your best friend's jacket, and your heartbeat slowly drops back to normal from a high speed.
Then you open your eyes.
The cracks in the ceiling are still there. The iron frame bed was still squeaking. Mosquitoes were still buzzing in my ears.
You are not awake.
You've fallen into the next level.
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There is no end to this fall.
From the rusty school building to the neon-collapsed cyber Hong Kong, from the train conductor's weird thin crutch to the wax figure-like woman in the studio - every level is a net that catches you at the moment you are about to hit bottom. The net will break, the thread will break, but you will always be caught by the next net before you hit the ground.
Then continue to fall.
You think you are clearing the customs, but in fact you are just changing a network.
You think you have woken up from a dream, but in fact you just fell from this level to a deeper level.
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I am a fallen insect.
This is an endless fall caught by the dream network
Concept: You can never be sure if you are really awake