Fragmented people, running animals, moving views;
some things, some situations, a series of events.
The whale that knows where to return to;
The men who disturb and shout
The horse that escapes in a rush;
The men who live in fear
The hog that owns no weapons
The men who holds machine
The monkeys who move in a group
The man who stays alone in a shop
The tiger that swims to Hong Kong from the north
The men who want to murder
Tai Po, Lok Fu, Kowloon City;
North Point, Yuen Long, Yau Ma Tei.
The roof, the road, the classroom and the tunnel
The bent streetlight, the burnt newspaper, and the leaning rubbish bin．
The street is always crowded
with passersby who seem to know each other.
These drawings are fragmented and scattered, done casually and quickly.
They are on news that I saw or heard, or people I met.
They are transient views and fictional men.
They are to record and to express how I feel.
They are tales and news and fables.
They are there to leave some traces, without much order.
Hence the title "Fragments"