In the fallow, I cheerfully spread one box of Wei-Sen cube sugar (the first mark of cube sugar made in Taiwan), an amount of 72 pieces. I am quickly disappointed by the sight of the dissolving cubes, piece by piece the cube turn into tiny dots, no matter how they were arranged. I stand up giddy from my useless attempts unable to find the horizon, I see myself as a tiny dot.
Home are symbolized with cubes of sugar, Stamped with rubber seal those names of “sweet home” that promoted by the house salesman ,the cubes of sugar will be sowed, not too deeply., one after the other at the middle of curved groove the I have made. The terms stamped on the cubes of sugar become blurred in the damp atmosphere. On the other hand ,the cubes of sugar will also gradually t disappear, digested by ants, creatures not ruled by humanity.. Temptation arises from the sugar which disappears. I think life takes on similar ways.