Living a cross-cultural nomadic life suits me well. It largely prevents the nitpicking and anxiety towards the realities of the places I inhabit as a resident with a fixed identity, transforming myself into an invisible person crafted by others. This reduces some burdens while offering more freedom. I have little interest in things that are currently happening, and lack longing for the future and new knowledge. However, I am full of curiosity about the past. No matter where I am, my collections and readings of old books and visits to historical museums far exceed reading art books and visiting art galleries. My exploration of the past is like an archaeologist unfolding the wrinkles of time. In the past three years due to the pandemic, the frequency of my travels between the East and West has decreased, yet my travels in North America (United States, Canada, Mexico, and the Caribbean region) have never ceased. These artworks can be considered visual diaries produced during the intervals of travel.