A child of the entire world

99% and 100% are very different.

52% and 48% clearly are.

The same with 38% and 42%. So how about 21% and 20%?



To say who is wrong.

To say who is right.

Such talk is truly nonsense.


Are you still repeating it?

As if performing a score written by some foolish leader?!



I’m giving birth to a child soon.

It’s a bastard child.

A child of the entire world


So which one is right?

That’s something you decide, please.


Someone will surely point out that I’m selling my own monologue.

Even I am very aware that I am.


To use what was received

To take what was given.



Naturally you will ask,

“So that’s your modus operandi?”

“Yes, I possess nothing which cannot be seen.”


The act of existing in this world is a kind of violence

It is clear to me that as an existence that lives I have responsibility.

That said, I am certain that I still have a desire to live.

An easy narcissist.



Female friends who keep getting more beautiful

and older male acquaintances who never age.


If in the end, if anger and sadness end up being collected by someone

We might as well say everything truthfully.



But I still have a desire to be liked.

And a desire for sexual love!



My embrace of the world is not a marriage that I have committed to.

It is something else, something more

I believe.

What it is, I still don’t know.



Inside a treasure chest made of dozens of layers of flesh-colored fat

are a voice and an earring.

An earring that pierced my ear when I was a first-year middle school student.

It has been an emptiness there from my 13th year till now.



This year I am finally ready for all the world’s languages to become bilingual

and for my pictures painted solely with stolen sights and sounds to invite no ridicule regardless of how exposed I am.


A serious audience is the only thing in front of me now.


——quote from “A child of the entire world”

English translation Norman Chan