感觉像被困在一个高速变化的牢笼里，这个牢笼成为了我唯一的自然环境，这种人造自然和我的生物性兼容性很差，但是我又不得不去接受它，这很让人困惑、迷茫、孤独，产生很多不适，而不自主地通过其他的途径来试图补偿这种兼容性产生的问题。但是在这个过程中又会产生新的问题。周而复始。这个时期的作品从方法/方法论/内容/情绪上体现了这一种不断接收并兼容新环境/语境的过程。
<Fake person a>
<Fake person b>
Once upon a time, I slept with an escort girl. I can never forget she showed me a video of her being fingered and squirting on a children's slide
Just a fake person.
Hold on, it's a call from my mom.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"I'm busy."
"Likewise."
"Bye."
"Until next time, wait, how's the article I asked you to write?"
"Oh, here it is."
Fake person B is having a party that nobody knows. On the side of the street of a winding road I walk every day, from a dump to a park.
After the party, fake person b was happily raped and gave birth to a slew of babies that you never see on the London streets.
There are electricians, musicians, cleaners, sleepers, and unfortunately programmers too, in those babies.