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Stopped play and ruin_C - Print_150×200cm_2017 Repetition of echo and trembling_C - Print_75x100cm_2017 repeated space_C - Print_75x100cm_2017 There is a trace_C - Print_75x100cm_2017 Cruel sketch_C - Print_75x100cm_2017 It intersects with the object facing_C - Print_75x100cm_2017 Memories on the other side of memory_C - Print_75x100cm_2017 Melting Black Crescent _ Near the end of the festival_C print Essay Title: The Coordinates of Memory ✦ Essay (English Version): Where do I exist in someone’s memory? This question doesn’t torment me—it lingers like a soft echo, gently returning whenever I think of the people who have passed through my life. Perhaps we are all maps of each other, unknowingly drawn in one another’s inner landscapes. Memory doesn’t move in a straight line. It behaves like a constellation—scattered fragments of time, sensations, and faces. And within these constellations, I exist as a point. In one person’s sky, I might be the brightest star—burning, unforge...