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Citizens of Acity!

Today’s piece, “Ink on the Blank,” was written and produced with inspiration from Jean-Paul Sartre’s famous phrase: “Existence precedes essence.”

The university campus in today’s work is not merely a place for studying, but a space where one decides who they are and shapes their own future.

Essence is the given identity of being a “college student” — the fixed frame the world has imposed on her. Existence is her sitting on a bench, smiling leisurely, and enjoying the campus in her own unique style.

Today’s muse symbolizes an autonomous existence that is not trapped by the predetermined essence of being a college student, but constantly creates herself anew through her own choices and actions every moment.

The worries in the library and the relaxed moments on campus both reflect the process of discovering one’s true self.

“Is your page already printed? Or is it still wet ink that hasn’t dried yet?” I hope this becomes a moment of deep reflection for you. Please enjoy the piece 😊

Original Audio-Visual Project by Acity
Directed & Edited by Acity
Music: Produced by Acityartmedia
Lyricist: Acity

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00:00I'm the only one who writes my story
00:09A gala of letters, the scent of ancient dust and ink
00:14I stop where the underlined paths begin to sink
00:19The pulse within my veins hasn't found its destination
00:23I close the printed page of silent liberation
00:25Walking into the noise outside the window's frame
00:30On a stage where no script has ever been staged
00:34I'm building myself up and tearing down the cage
00:39Like wet ink dropped upon a vast and empty white
00:44I'm spreading out in patterns hidden from their sight
00:49An unnamed sovereign drifting on a blank expanse
00:54Every floor I step upon
00:58Is named by my dance
01:04Yeah, I am the name
01:09Of the ground I claim
01:15Lazy shards of afternoon
01:18Falling with the sun
01:20I'm a book on no one's shelf
01:23The only one of one
01:25My truth is breathing deep in sentences unread
01:29I turn my back on chalkboards and the answers they have fed
01:34Walking my own lines, slow and undefined
01:41What defines me isn't the ghost of who I was
01:46But the fleeting resolve where the pinpoint stays and does
01:51In this very moment
01:55In this silent vow
02:00Like wet ink dropped upon a vast and empty white
02:05I'm spreading out in patterns hidden from their sight
02:10And unnamed sovereign drifting on a blank expanse
02:15Every floor I step upon
02:18Is named by my dance
02:25Yeah, I am the name
02:29Of the ground I claim
02:32Tell me
02:34Is your ink still wet
02:37On the page
02:40On the page
02:40On the page
02:41On the page
02:55Postсь
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