A ladder, a curtain and a wall set up the scene in front.
They are the actual existences, and also the carriers of symbols.
I wonder if I extracted the symbols, how far the nature of the things themselves could go?
There are two visual fragments, two viewing distances, and two spaces of ideology.
The upward ladder, though empty and motionless, but leads us upon the stairs with a clear awareness. While only laid on the shady curtain, the fallen dust shines hazily as stars in the night sky.
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