垂 死 Dying 2018

垂死者在床上奄奄一息，他呻吟着，几个陪伴者在床边。他苏醒过来，哼出一声，然后慢慢的哼唱下去，最后的告白。他倒下了。一会又苏醒过来，又倒下，又一次道出另一个告别感言。这样，垂死者又倒下，又苏醒，每一次都发表各种不同的遗言，反反复复，循环不息，最后的告白不断重启，这是一回回出场和落幕的搏斗，是一次次言说和沉默的拉锯战。

The dying man is lying in bed and moaning. Several people have gathered around him. He wakes up, whimpers, and slowly starts to hum—it is his last confession. Then he lies back down, wakes up again after a while, and makes another confession. He keeps lying down and waking up, each time giving a different statement, starting and restarting his dying words in an infinite loop. It is a struggle between each rise and fall of the curtain, a tug of war between words and silence.