Thursday, 15 January 2009

I am reading you sign, God

In my culture, this isn't nothing...

我想我还是成长了一个的,对于过于伤脑筋和消耗睡眠的text analysis我是不再做了。可能是Roland Barthes拯救了我,也许是我老了,没有了精气神,在我每天只能睡5个小时的情况下。

一天变得好长,一天里相同的路数又变的重复,上帝让我看见我不能解释的现象(n.b.3 times/day)。虽然我不信上帝,但是我相信这是某种启示,我还是个聪明的孩子。

My culture taught me well.

The Last Night

I don't how I managed this, but this crazy three way conversation I cannot deal with it anymore. END !

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Memory kills

Can I be forgetful in a surrealistic way?

Monday, 12 January 2009

puzzled circle

I woke up from a dream of him, but I told myself I would like to talk to...
I wasted the ticket for him two years ago, but now...
I just thought life goes in full circle.
Maybe there was a chance meeting on one night on the street in one city in my country in 2006
You will never know.

Saturday, 3 January 2009

Day for Night (Ian)

Again I cannot sleep because of my lovely friend called "anxiety". I ask myself what it is about this time? The blackness answers: "why not see the light instead of puzzling your weary brain." Then I finished three movies Tom gave me.

I couldn't sleep no matter it's night or day. This fear toward darkness is overwhelming. Though I like darkness, the darkness at day is made up by myself, not created by nature, which is totally out of my control. I am sunk into it, the endless "hopeless emptiness". "Revolutionary Road" is "a childlike dream never fulfilled", but I enjoy this line, and this line only.

The world is judged by logic and rations. All creatures living in it is bound by it. That's why I'm always looking down the precipitous cliff, a place where you can fall with gravity in the last minute, but can recover from ascending against it in the next minute, though I am not sure where I should be going up to. I am not a religious person.

Day or Night doesn't make a difference to me as I can call myself "suffering from the witness of time passing by in front of my eyes relentlessly."

I am drown.

Thursday, 1 January 2009

How long?

How long can I hold on like this? deceiving myself with a substitute?
Ocean's apart...