This should not be called "reflection" but a "diary"
This should not be public, but for the eyes that wished to see.
This is Art at it's simplest form, without words, without image, and only sound.
The sound of you breathing, hearing our voices underneath these rhetoric of silence.
Just like the way we alined the city,
We are also mechanically coded.
We all follow a set of codes,
We won't listent, but act according to the code.
When two codes collide,
if not combined.... we Combust,
and the pieces of fr agments s h a tte r ed in spa ce, is the Art.
There is no point looking at the fractured codes,
Focus! and enjoy the art. It's a firework in a microwave 
