Ideology

Every group has an ideology, whether its represented unconsciously or consciously.  Each group consists of members that come from a certain socio-economic background, sometimes through a variety of sorts, sometimes not.  It mirrors the current societal movements and systems it corresponds.

I hereby declare:

DB is an entity

in which its members hold no loyalty to no particular state or country.  

He/She is a country of one, sometimes of many origins, sometimes not.  

We encompass ALL qualities of where we come from: Born, raised, nurtured, hardened, LIVED.

Home is a collage of landscapes and places.  Home is where the heart sleeps at night.  

It is a temporary rest stop,

a harbor, a train station, a motel, an oasis,

amidst the desert of one's mind.

If you feel displaced from the place where you come from, 

then this is the right place for you.

The SEA is our religion.

Our members seek beyond the unknown,

from the uncharted waters of your mind to the pyramid of your ego, ALL LANDSCAPES were meant to be remembered and forgotten, until they become a fractured image of multiple visions seen in various angles.  

It is then reassembled from the ashes, and glued back into one cohesive image.


A passport of collages.


The spirit of running horses.


The waves of the ever receding tides.


Your identification card in a folding hologram of multiple colors and dimensions, like a neon blazing through the night.


Beyond any border,


beyond any social economical or political background.



I am my own country.

Alex Zhang Hungtai

Shanghai, Feb 20th, 2014

奔馬般的思緒

萬碎過的意念

一生的奔忙

哪怕是一瞬間，海市蜃楼與否

至此

一襲明瞭。

孤獨國，在此成立

Hong Kong, Shanghai, Tokyo

My heart was meant to be burnt into black coal

My heart was meant to be burnt into black coal.


Baptized by hellfire,


and contort like plastic,


deformed in water.



Let all the good bleed out of you,


until there is nothing left.


The gods will open that door


and answer upon your prayers,


for you were meant to be


born


and live this way.




A pure


black


entity

of freedom  


like


holding


hot


tar,


feeling it


melt away


your sense of grasp.


Until theres nothing left.




Then you will be free to do whatever the fuck you want.