房子老化的痕跡其實比人們更加明顯。冰箱的門突然「喀啦」一聲，鏽蝕的螺絲飛奔出去；監視器的主機「噹噹」作響、洗衣機嘎然停止、紗窗紗門無法閉合。
　　整天打電話找師傅修繕，彷彿人們老化之後頻頻到醫院報到，急著掛門診排隊。機器也要排隊，每天都需要開關的門就得早點修理、三四天使用一次的洗衣機可以等到下次使用之前修理好、而至今仍使用不到五次的監視器呢，「等師傅有空在過來吧！」

在這齣人生如戲的荒謬劇中，我第一次聽到惡魔躲在幕後，發出訕笑的聲音。
　　有人失望、有人哭泣、卻也有人怎樣也摸不著頭緒。躲在幕後的某個人看清楚整齣戲，而我們自以為在場邊的觀眾，其實正悄悄地演出我們過於真實的人生。偏90度傾斜的鏡頭無法讓我們看清楚角色，於是我們猜測，從懷疑到驚恐。

　　The constructed world crumbles again, and I do not know how to re-construct it after one day of thinking. It is insolvable, I think, because of its obscenity and degradation.
 

　　Sometimes we just have to learn not to grasp too many eggs in one hand because it may smash one or more eggs that you have. Then everything turns back to the original. Do we earn actually if what we are so precious smashes in the end?
　　Or, sometimes we have to know exactly what we can have. Everything may ruins when one is overloading him/herself.

　　I should have written something in case that I forget, but it's really hard to start.