This has been blocked.
Now, I am the block,
and I decided to disappear.

It starts so softly,
and there is an echo.


I'm going to rent an apartment
in the middle of the sun.

Writing will take place there,
until the constant fusion
includes me.


Shabang.


Playing piano is only something
I do when I'm not playing piano.


There is an empty cup of tea
that I wish to undrink.

It's in front of me,
very very emptily.

I want to be fed by fog.



Give all of us a picture
and let us all flashback
together and come to the
wrong conclusion together.


Slippery song.

no one does it like you

11:01.

I'm swatting at flying things, and drinking a third beer.
It's so rare I get this far, usually the second is followed by a pillow.

I watched Raging Bull this evening. It was alright. The scene where Jake gets locked up for letting that 14 year old in his club, his whole body fighting the wall of his cell. That was powerful. You don't see that much any more in movies. Actors physically torturing themselves in a role that physically demands more of them than the real life situation could ever hope to.

That last picture I posted. I feel its one of the best I've ever taken.

Yan has gone to her home town for the night. We...we're in limbo.

"In Ear Park" by Department of Eagles

I'm going to watch "Let the Right One In" before I go to bed.

Tomorrow, I'm going to leave my house and do something I've wanted to do ever since I came to Beijing. I call it the Randomness of Public Transportation. I'm going to get on a bus, ride it for a while, then get off, then get on another one, ride, then get on another one. I want to see where it will take me.

Must remember to recharge my camera battery.

Feral

They've said so many things,
things I can't be bothered to remember anymore.

I'm in a ship, years away from all humans
if there are still humans to be away from.

I chose to go on this trip, this oddness, this
existence without end or destination.


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This Night

世界地图

Yes, I will go back to my secrets.

I still worry about this.

If I went back, would I regret it? Of course I would.
If I went back, would I regret it? Of course I wouldn't.

through the rest of my life,
do you wait for me there?

A friend of mine brought me a book of poetry that one of his coworkers wrote.
We were at a party, slightly drunk.
He knew I enjoyed "that sort of thing", so I gave it a quick read.
After two or so, I handed it back and told my friend: "Tell this guy to please stop."
Like I said, I was slightly drunk.