One slice of dried and cracked tree trunk from SE4 1UW London UK, a pile of fine soil from Taiyangcheng flat Beijing China. With time passing by soil slowly licking through the cracks of the tree trunk. Longing is the core of this piece and with the underline of culture politics. The journey of the soil begins from the back yard in Beijing then being sifted then brought to London then slowly rubbing through the tree cracks and ended up on the floor and tumbled away. The reciprocal relation between the two creates a poetic social, culture and personal dynamic.