Story | Sublime

Sublime does not happen randomly. It only occurs due to various reasons and knowledge. The subjects and objects have to be in place, in additional to the existence of right context and time. Also, after that split of second, things would shot down deep, back to their ordinary performance.

Only under extensive circumstances that sublime appears twice or more. This is very rare though. Even it manages to excel more than once consecutively. Little details would change or modify themselves, unnoticeable under our vision.

Don’t anticipate that sublime will come. You will just have to wait and see. Hoping that it will shine upon you out of expectance.


2009/11/29

Story | Trip to the City

Killing two birds with one stone. Ending two stories with one city.

But the thing is, I don't want the stories to end. At least not like this. Not at a shitty, unimportant moment like now. One of the stories had been living within me since the fantasy-like summer from three years ago. It started like a mid-summer night’s dream, except it was experienced in person. The other inhabited my mind from the initial visit of that crazy art museum with numerous intersecting ramps. The celestial body occasionally darkens and fades into ghost shadows, but sparkles as soon as wavelengths are sent through fiber optics. I know as soon as I enter the city, it would mean I have to unload and deliver conclusions for the stories.

I’m wondering if it is possible to extend my narratives. Like supplying infinity amount of addendum to the chronicles.


2009/11/29

Story | Paper Crane

Have you felt like you are bonded with a place intensely, even though you never went there before, nor you have any family background relation to it? The place would give you a sense of eeriness yet comfort. When you think about it, an indescribable passionate emotion would just rise inside your mind, making you go into the stage of ecstasy.

Because of a particular person, you made a hope deep in your heart, saying to yourself that one day you will make your way into that city. No one could stop you from achieving your goal. You just had to do it; it was simply the matter of time. Even at times you had lost the passion for the person, it still felt like the story will never come to an end officially, unless you decided to visit the city, and placed a final conclusion to that specific chapter of your life.

This is how life goes. At least mine.
Everything needs to be wrapped up properly.


2009/11/26

Story | Film-maker

Bubbly pink fluffy cloud is producing mini bubbly pink fluffy cloud.

This is surprising.
No, not really.

Was the cotton candy to be found only in your memory?
What about the bunny? The bunny that only runs around the dark, black death ground.

But I guess only the teddy bear matters in the contemporary.
Or at least for this split of the second.

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Everything gives people very awkward feeling.

I am not even involved.
I am just a bystander with a film recorder.
Documenting upon my impression and interpretation.


2009/11/24

Story | Facing Consumption

Is is natural to have mixed feeling now?

There is a very weird, powerful, intense emotion surging and revolving in my mind.

My person is not even there.
I only checked the flight schedule online,
and started asking people for places to see.

This is so hard. Harder than making a decision between the two worlds.
Hard to swallow.
Hard to think about it.
Hard to disgust all the forces.

Difficult.

Yet everything is only symbolic and metaphysical.

Why am I experiencing such heavy consumption within myself?


2009/11/24