听说人是有灵魂的，但这似乎又是说不大清楚的事情。

　　我又听说人死后灵魂有两种可去之处，我不知道我的将去哪里……

　　于是我为自己的躯壳虚拟了一个藏身之处，试想灵魂可以模拟一把。那是一片奇花异草的王国，我的躯壳在一片长满秋色菊的奇异果中的消逝腐烂，嗅着海腥的酸腐，我触觉到另一种生灵的气息，它们在我的躯壳上慢慢地爬过，匆匆地去找寻自己漫无目的的目的地。

　　它们真是一些奇妙怪异的果实，当它们将自己的内心向外展开时，空气中充满的是绝无邪恶的欲念与天真无瑕的清纯欲滴，把它们含在嘴里让你心清气爽，可是它们对自己内心的夸耀最多只能延续一天，在现世的空气中，它们会飞快地消逝掉自己娇嫩的色泽，沉沦得污泥般的丑陋与不堪入目。

　　它们真是一些奇怪可爱的小动物，阴冷的体温与色泽和它们张扬着四肢横行的热情相驳，它们有坚硬的外壳和充满攻击性的外表，在逃离时却比进攻时快得多。

　　我的生命终于将离我而去，我的躯壳会在这片奇花异果与光怪陆离中腐烂，我又一次看到了我无法触摸的颜色，浓浓郁郁的是青紫色，斑斑片片的是绛绿色，其间粉、兰、银白，像云似的在眼前飘过，我感到我的心在向下沉去，好像要沉入泥土……

　　我与艺术……艺术与我……我想没有人可以抓住自己的灵魂不放，无论它要上天，还是要入地……

　　They say people have souls, but it seems that no one can state this for sure. I have also heard hat after a person dies, there are only two places for it to go. I do not know where mine will go…

　　Therefore, I have imagined a virtual place for my shell to hide and for my soul to be simulated in a kingdom of exotic fruits and flowers. My shell disappears and decomposes beneath a variety of colored chrysanthemums and kiwi fruit. There is the fresh smell of the sea and the sour aroma of ripe fruit. I sense life slowly crawling over my body as small creatures scurry aimlessly.

　　They are really wonderful yet unusual fruits. When they reveal their insides to the world, the air is full of pure desire completely absent of evil and lust. When you put them in your mouth, you feel cleansed and refreshed. But they cannot reveal their beauty for more than one day, as in the real world, they quickly decompose losing their delicate coloring and change into something no one wants to see.

　　They are really peculiar yet cute small animals. Their body temperature and color is cold, yet they wave their four legs in a wildly animated fashion. Their hard shells appear to be ready for an attack, yet they are much faster at retreating.

　　My life will finally leave my shell and will decompose in this special garden of exotic flowers, fruits, and animals. Once again I will see the untouchable colors: dense and lush hues of magenta with fragments of jade green, and in-between, pale pink and blue shades of white float like clouds in front of my eyes. I feel my heart falling down as if it were sinking into the earth.

　　Me and art. Art and me.

　　I do not think anyone is able to grasp and hold onto their soul, no matter if the soul wants to go to heaven or hell…