我曾经在一条小河边有一段乌托邦的体验。我从来没有关注这条小河是否有名字，也许它真的没有名字。只记得是在夏天，那里有个水坝，于是一直叫夏坝。事物并没有意义，我们构成了意义。这条小河在没有意义前，叫什么、怎么流，都是虚无的。而曾经流过的河水和这段流域，让它成为了夏坝——我的河。表征所依赖的不是物质性而是符号性，那段无忧无虑的日子是梦幻而又理想的，这条“我的河”也因此永远平静而闪闪发光。“我的河”从实在变成了存在，但是倏忽间它又消失了。因为从此无所谓它叫什么：它可以叫冬坝、春坝，也无所谓它怎么流，它是我的河。

I once experienced a utopian life by a river. I have never noticed whether the river has a name, or it indeed doesn’t have a name. I only remember we live there in summer and there is a dam, so I called it Summerdam. Things don’t have meanings, it is us, that constitute meanings. This river is nothingness before it is meaningful, no matter what it called or where it flows. It is the water which flowed through those days and the basin where we lived, makes it the Summerdam — my river.
Representation rely not on materiality but symbolic. Those carefree days are fancy and ideal, so My River is forever peace and shining. My River changes form being to reality, but soon disappear. Because since then, no matter what is called — it can be called Winterdam or Springdam, no matter where it goes, it has become my river.