Jīng zhé

Text (englisch):

Be prepared. As long as I am many, I feel your gaze, confidently resting upon me.
Don‘t trust me. I am craving for lines and parallelisms just as you do. While you observe my dissolution, I come into existence. Space turns into a flexible structure while positions become dubious. Patterns are never innocent. I am thunderstorms. I am the vibration of hibernating insects leaving their temporal graves. The sun has reached the celestial longitude of 345°. I am prepared.