"When I was leaving in Berlin, my friend gave me a clock. The time on the clock was set to Seoul. Wherever I stay, I irregularly sleep and eat. I can see a park from my room. Sometimes, I met angels and the bats there. The people who left their home. Pauses and moves. Time flows at their own pace. Only people who decided to leave, can see everything. No voice comes out. I can not use my language. State of an inorganic body, I truly want to know how to deliver this hollow mind."
- Cha Ji Ryang