《Fangyuan》

Howard Hsiao

Time bears resemblance to wheels, both rolling forward without hesitation; still, it might be conceivable for a rim to elegantly whiz along whilst retaining its pristine geometric form, every interruption on the timeline of life, however luminous, obscure, mundane, or eerie, all inevitably etch marks upon the soul. An exposure compresses time onto the two-dimensionals, with human forms stretching into spectre-like beings; is this a departure from reality? Or, these mystified images are instead more of an accurate representation of the sensory experience of the ambiguity of growth?

《火光》

Xuan Cheng Chen

成年後，我們都來到人生的新階段，逐步踏入社會，追尋著自己的目標: 事業、感情、家庭、夢想等等。在這個追尋的過程，每個人都需要不斷地燃燒自己，照亮前行的路，尋找能點亮心中那點熱情的柴火，直至生命燃燒殆盡的那一刻。因此取火焰燃燒的意象，象徵追逐著生命目標的熱忱與意義。

《In between coming-of-age》

Tseng Lin

Between reality and illusion, backwardness and advancement, I am caught in an interlude, unable to go back in time while forced to proceed into the future. Thus I resort to strolling within the contexts you have defined for me, also in an attempt to evade the standards others have so firmly believed in.

I close my eyes, though the symbolic violence remains within vision. Ill-structured thoughts linger on between dreams and sobriety, for however long the privilege of freedom persists, there are no rationality and sensations, nor are there actuality and fantasies. Simply allow the seemingly mundane to re-emerge and materialize through the assessment of consistent critiques.

《提前的成年》

Steven Ang

There's no leaving that's not too soon.

One person's absence marks the lost of multiple roles,

you were a parent, a husband, a brother, and also an uncle.

I cannot replace you, I cannot be you.

But in my dearest hope, I wish to continue down this path that you left early.

And this untied knot, is the sincerest proof, to this early adulthood.

《Watery ages》

Eric Tsai

The world throws open its gate when we cross the threshold of maturity. Souls came into one another and mingled. Some departed for good. Through these encounters we're coloured by others. My murky vessels might even steal away my own taint free impression. So I set forth in search of my tabula rasa.

“Colourless and odorless, water fills our life, but we hardly notice it. It can gently caress you in hillside creeks or engulf you in a surging tide. This malleability comes at a cost for its identity is not fixed. Its shape changes in different containers and things are pulled in as it flows. Where the sun doesn't shine, solid it'll be. When the sun is up high, formless it shall be. It's nature, change! “

《Coffee》

Tseng C. Chih-yen

A cup of coffee in the morning implies that I am responsible for being sober. The older you are, the less you can feel the bitterness of coffee. I carried a pot of hot water to myself as a countermeasure for survival. Directly, flush away all the remaining odors, and become a better person.

《焉知菸事》

Elaine Huang

《焉知》

（在那不曾公開、唯有一則貼文的部落格裡記錄了這樣的軼事: 法國政府於1967年發行了卡繆的紀念郵票引起舉國人民的憤怒，這位一代藝文型男的繪像竟遺漏了菸不離手的經典標誌。）

用指尖彈開餘下一公分的菸頭，紅色的光火在風中迸散開來，有關成年的玄想，並不是向著未來展望，而是命運的圓圈，才以為邁開步伐便兜回了起點，數算日子的邊界成為闔眼前的隨夜降拂底熟習氣味，來回往復，年又過去了。

生命如何是向荒謬抵抗，又如何是臣服。在黃澄澄的氣泡與氤氳中，咒罵、輕嘲、傷感、不及傷感的無奈、絕望當頭的釋然，而能夠開始相信，願意信任不是虛妄……至少不只是虛妄……。

《菸事》

悼、疾、草、影、火、生、光、心