Jingkun Qiao
Going back to my childhood memories of raising silkworms. The physical existence of human beings was erased, and only my “ghost” as an experiencer existed in my childhood bedroom.
My existence in the past decomposed in the animism garden* of my childhood. My physical body felt tired in human society, and my cyber body/consciousness returned to the “classroom”, where the children worship silkworms and rejoice in their transformation — they are divine beings rather than any other manmade shapes.
In the secret endless rituals, words from anthropocentric ideology are invading, and fading. Nevertheless, all the matter will be decomposed, as planetary changes, because in the end, the cosmos has it all.
* — An animism garden, without urbanisation, politicisation, or commodification, where nature reclaims itself, alongside the concept of “Extinction of mankind, everything comes alive.”
