[ yi sang settles next to hong lu. hong lu gently shifts aside to make room. the sound of broken glass scrapes across the floor as hong lu displaces the broken stars on the floor in favour of the intact stars embedded into the ceiling. he wonders for a moment - if two people were laying in the same spot, looking up at the same thing, will they see the same thing? will the thing that both of them see be the 'truth'?

much to think about, and possibly by someone who isn't hong lu. he considers the question. multiple spots to focus on... huh. ]

Follow my finger. [ hong lu draws his finger in an arc across the ceiling. and then, at random, he points at a spot that looks suitable. it looks like popcorn ceiling patch #8932742, but for hong lu, that feels like the brightest patch in this 'night sky'. ] How about there? That spot has more dots to look at. If I look at it long enough, it forms pictures.

Do the dots move for you?