這裡是婆婆的家，也是媽咪和她兄弟姐妹長大的地方。我們一直都是和婆婆家比較親近，每逢新年，我們都會回到這個房子聚在一起吃飯，
直至近幾年各種小病痛完全佔據婆婆的身體為止。臨近新年的回憶添加上了霧氣。
當她漸漸不能分辨家和老人院，屋子便廢棄了。
房子正門長期被惡霸封住，一條沒封鎖的小路把各種莫明其妙的事物引進來⋯⋯來歷不明的男子進駐以前給偷渡客容身的小房。清潔工把舊廚房改造成臨時休息室。爹地和細舅父經營的玻璃屋僭建生意因政府加強執法而倒閉，他們也順利成章把各種建築物料和傢俬雜物都堆放在婆婆家。婆婆床上有紅衣裹了隻死老鼠。這個家的格局不常見，廚房、雜物房和出租給偷渡客的小屋是分開的，有些沒有門鎖，不像現代房屋一體成形，這些分裂的小房間的確是家，那裡還有個大陽台，春天會開滿大洋紅色的花。小房群後有山坡，我們可以沿著樓梯上去，一個梯級站一個人，然後拍一張照。主房和外邊區隔開來，每次我用鎖匙打開大門，裡面有股高潔撲面而來，有三個以上的神明鎮守這裡，上層的觀音、下層的土地*，桌上的福祿壽。這裡的混亂沒日沒夜，其實比起他們我更像個外來者。我喜歡舊物，卻嫌棄處理舊物所花光的精力和時間，我喜歡的是舊物的安靜。最好是只品嚐舊物的抽象概念，然後轉身走掉，理想是把自己的房間打造成一個類似於尼姑庵的地方，想念失序時便回去婆屋那裡。當然整潔必然朝向混亂，很快房間裡的節奏便重新被物料和創造活動所主導。這次想看看有多大種度我能把一種輕飄飄，接近鬼魅的事物鋪天蓋地，享受並與你分享一種持續變化著的力量。
2026.2.14 - 2026.2.22 我的私生活很亂，歡迎光臨 ENTERING THE WREKAGE OF A PRIVATE LIFE
MA WIK’S SOLO AT GRANDMA OLD HOUSE
When the people of a house depart for various reasons, what remains within its walls?
This was Grandmother's home, where Mum and her siblings grew up. We've always been closer to Grandmother's family. Every New Year, we'd return to this house to gather for meals, until recent years when various ailments completely overtook Grandmother's body. Memories of New Year's Eve grew hazy. As she gradually lost the ability to distinguish between home and the care home, the house fell into disuse.
The main entrance remained permanently blocked by local bullies, while an unguarded path invited all manner of strange occurrences inside... A man of dubious origin took up residence in the small room once used to shelter illegal immigrants. The cleaner converted the old kitchen into a makeshift rest area. Grandad and Uncle's glasshouse construction business collapsed when the authorities stepped up enforcement, so naturally they piled all their building materials and miscellaneous furniture onto Grandma's property. A dead rat wrapped in red cloth lay on Grandma's bed. This household's layout was unusual: the kitchen, utility room, and small rooms rented to illegal immigrants were separate, some without locks. Unlike modern, integrated homes, these fragmented little rooms were indeed a home.
There was also a large balcony that bloomed wit. bright red flowers in spring. Behind the cluster of small rooms lay a hillside. We could climb the stairs, one person per step, then take a photograph. The main house stood apart from the outer areas. Each time I unlocked the front door, a sense of purity washed over me. Three or more deities guarded this space: Guanyin above, the Earth God below, and the Three Star Gods of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity upon the table. The chaos here raged day and night, yet compared to them, I felt more like an outsider. I cherish old things, yet resent the energy and time drained by their upkeep. What I truly love is their stillness. Ideally, one savours only the abstract notion of antiquity before turning away, transforming one's own room into a nunnery-like sanctuary. When disorder beckons, one retreats to the ancestral home. Naturally, tidiness inevitably yields to chaos; soon, the room's rhythm is reclaimed by materials and creative pursuits. This time, I wish to see how far I can spread something light and ethereal, almost ghostly, across the entire space. To savour and share with you an ever-shifting force.
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