On June 26, 2025, in the South China Sea near the Xisha Islands, I dove to a depth of six meters with a brick of ice made from local seawater. Underwater, I carved the words “You, Me, Him” into its smooth surface with my fingernail. As the ice melted in the 26°C water, the words slowly disappeared. When the ice was gone, I surfaced—ending this quiet ritual.
The ice, once liquid, is a trace of time. Its melting echoes the loss of polar ice in the climate crisis and the fleeting nature of human existence. Though ephemeral, the act of inscription affirms our desire to leave a mark. “You, Me, Him” is not just a phrase—it evokes the shared fate of humankind and asks: Who are we, together, in this disappearing world?
This is not a spectacle, but a gesture—a moment of co-existence with nature. The ice returns to the sea, the words are washed away. What remains is the question itself.