It was a brief one, a dinner in which people shop around for food in Shokoku- the Japanese Marche's equivalent, but almost everyone who should be there is there.
Monday, April 12,
2004
I have only found
a reason to breathe
I have yet to
discover an excuse to sleep
Grave, grave my
breathe
which, like
untold words, forbidden curse, slips deep into my uneasy feet
I know it, i know
it
Living, being, is
as serious as it is
as loud, as
unsound, as it is being silently announced
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
原来有一种东西
比躺着的离愁
比一对有距离感的目光
比一群群从此不相干的孤独
更迷惘、更苦闷
我眼睛因衰老而变得雪亮
但因此察觉世界其实更黑暗
我沉默、我安静
夜色在我面前打着莫名的手语
我的灵魂与众人的距离越来越远
这种距离的空间的回音好沉好凉
隐隐还有孤独的风吹过的声音
当我
连打一个喷嚏都可以暂时麻醉自己
时
我很害怕
原来我只是个孩子
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
Sunday, November 23, 2003
---Photographed in a street market in Hong Kong
Paradox
Unreal city
In a white
mist of a December morning
Co-existing
were the living dead, lifeless creatures
and the
walking corpses
Out of the
wooden casements of wind-cracked windows
Waves of
light from bulbs crisscross one another
Expressionless faces overlap
A traveler
named solitude stood without words
In the midst
of a clamorous crowd
And time
paused for a split-second
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