Fell Into A Hole

Instead of following a physical map to walk a path, there is also an inner map that whispers the story of life. It seems to come from dreams.

When you are far away from everything you were once familiar with, memory begins to fade, and somehow you move closer to the original form of your soul, the one that exists in another dimension, a place that sings in melodies and unfolds reality, a place called dream.

Once, I had a dream of a girl who journeyed into an ocean cave. Six months later, I reached the Kimberley country, 200 km away from Broome, WA, at the tip of the peninsula, where some of the most dramatic ocean tides exist on this planet — where waterfalls flow within the ocean, where two tectonic plates collide and crash into magnificent boulders. I tasted wild berries, and found a secret sea cave bombed by the Japanese military.

This bizarre ocean scene has sunk deep into my memory and eventually became the other end of reality. I’m not sure whether it was simply linear time that took me to this destination, or my dream.

I imagined myself are like a rotating sphere following the command of the moon, held together by the relation of its own gravity. Maybe once every two months, I had the opportunity to rotate myself to the other side, through the gate of dreams, drifting in from my reality. That’s where I once again returning to the ocean, through different scenarios and people.

Over and over again, I attempt to venture into the dangerous sea, trying to drive through the waves or swim across. I knew it was impossible, and yet I didn’t care. Whatever had happened in my life had built up a heavy sense of obligation, pushing me to enter the ocean at all costs. That determination was so strong that it even influenced the people who appeared in my dreams.

I’ve been here for a very long while, even before this lifetime. Somehow, I feel like wherever my spirit has traveled through reincarnation, this is where it comes to an end. This is the entrance to eternity, to becoming one with the whole. But before that, I still have important things to do. That’s why I keep searching, traveling. Through writing, I’m gathering puzzle pieces, hoping they will come together. And with every step forward, everything becomes a little clearer.

If I were to map out the logic of my mind to try to understand what’s going on, this is it: magnified fields with different portals to different colors, levels, and shapes. I am the carrier that transmits between here and there all the time. Life itself was never linear or three-dimensional; there has to be something beyond… or deeper, in both directions, wider… broader… whatever you would like to call it. I am following it.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is… everything I have thought, imagined, believed, written, dreamed, or experienced will eventually sing in harmony and become one, and the path is… right here, in front of the mighty ocean….

1:45PM Taipei 29th March 2026