21.2.20
17.2.20
sooner--at the cost of our friendship
How can sincerity be a condition of friendship? A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing--Albert Camus
I often wonder how am I going to react to the question you've finally asked. I just haven't prepared for it.
And it felt like as if I'm about to lose myself because at that moment, from the look on your face, or was it mine you were projecting? It seems like I'm about to lose you.
14.2.20
Best Part Of. (Verbs)
To see you
To walk with you
To talk with you
To learn new things about you.
To take you anywhere you want to.
Adjectives are from someplace else. They're are for someplace else.
10.2.20
sedative
To be a whacher is not a choice. There is nowhere to get away from it, no ledge to climb up to—like a swimmer...
-Whacher, Anne Carson
There's this sense whenever I saw this person. A certain calmness that makes me well slept.
8.2.20
Do you have a life partner?
It is always amusing how people should throw such a question to another person.
While to me, a partnership is a luxury I can't afford. I wonder how it comes easy for others.
Partnership took a lot of forms of commitment.
It can get very lonely sometimes here in this void. Sometimes I think that I'm probably condemned by somewhat of a karmic past life I did. But when think it over again and again, I don't think partnership is for me.
I don't think I can afford to see how the person I care about should ever experience what my past partners have had to cope with. How they have to deal with the societies apparently have destructed them.
At least, for now, I rather have the affable forms of friendship.
While to me, a partnership is a luxury I can't afford. I wonder how it comes easy for others.
Partnership took a lot of forms of commitment.
It can get very lonely sometimes here in this void. Sometimes I think that I'm probably condemned by somewhat of a karmic past life I did. But when think it over again and again, I don't think partnership is for me.
I don't think I can afford to see how the person I care about should ever experience what my past partners have had to cope with. How they have to deal with the societies apparently have destructed them.
At least, for now, I rather have the affable forms of friendship.
One's Obsessiveness on Truth
Knowledge comes from doing
And to ponder is to be grateful.
Kierkegaard understood this well, as written in his diary:
But, how can one be so detached? Yet so thoughtful? Camus did this well. We can see death as the main theme of The Stranger. Nevertheless, Camus didn't walk down the path when he wrote about death. At least he was not in his last seconds before his death.
He can only imagine. As he suggests his readers on one of his essays.
How to free one's self from preconception?
On a person's house of language, how can one be freed from language?
And to ponder is to be grateful.
Kierkegaard understood this well, as written in his diary:
"...they never have felt nostalgia for something mysterious, for something far-away, never sensed the deeply rewarding feeling in being nothing at all, in strolling out of town by the North Gate with 4 pennies in one's pocket and carrying a slender bamboo cane..."
--July 14, 1837
But, how can one be so detached? Yet so thoughtful? Camus did this well. We can see death as the main theme of The Stranger. Nevertheless, Camus didn't walk down the path when he wrote about death. At least he was not in his last seconds before his death.
He can only imagine. As he suggests his readers on one of his essays.
How to free one's self from preconception?
On a person's house of language, how can one be freed from language?
7.2.20
50 grams
A quarter of gaze (cup)
One-tenth the sense (pound)
And a one and three-quarters of hope (ounce)
I must have left my heart
some place else.
One-tenth the sense (pound)
And a one and three-quarters of hope (ounce)
I must have left my heart
some place else.
4.2.20
Art is a dangerous thing.
The once was a so burdensome atmosphere.
After a very long veer, you've finally shown up. Again.
Asked me out to watch a puppet theatre and a dinner before it.
We ended up having our second dinner after the show.
I've told you about my plans. Since you've eagerly told yours to me without being asked. Almost like asking me to be in it. In such short notice. In repetition.
You said you are planning to move to Bali--This island where I've always wanted to have my life. Island of my liveliest childhood memory--You told me I should move there too.
I've told you mine and you did not mind. Just seem oddly offended.
I've told you about my plan. All of a sudden you told me I should have it in Bali.
Searched through the internet for graduate design programs, only to found out that there is none.
You could just ask me. I've done my research. But you never did. You are always in control.
You were so busy to keep going. I was busy worrying about you.
We talked sometimes freely
Sometimes with heavy hearts.
I was still captivated... You're a dear friend.
How can we're still awkwardly so drawn to each other?
After a very long veer, you've finally shown up. Again.
Asked me out to watch a puppet theatre and a dinner before it.
We ended up having our second dinner after the show.
I've told you about my plans. Since you've eagerly told yours to me without being asked. Almost like asking me to be in it. In such short notice. In repetition.
You said you are planning to move to Bali--This island where I've always wanted to have my life. Island of my liveliest childhood memory--You told me I should move there too.
I've told you mine and you did not mind. Just seem oddly offended.
I've told you about my plan. All of a sudden you told me I should have it in Bali.
Searched through the internet for graduate design programs, only to found out that there is none.
You could just ask me. I've done my research. But you never did. You are always in control.
You were so busy to keep going. I was busy worrying about you.
We talked sometimes freely
Sometimes with heavy hearts.
I was still captivated... You're a dear friend.
How can we're still awkwardly so drawn to each other?
3.2.20
Lonely Matter
This wall of matter has torn itself down.
Blackholes where the debris mutated into stars.
Debris of senses. Perhaps of thoughts.
It adores the light.
Absorbing without consent.
It can never be freed. For it was never captured.
It is its own maladies.
It doesn't really matter.
For the moment it is finally rising.
It is when it loses its self.
It is set to collapse.
Blackholes where the debris mutated into stars.
Debris of senses. Perhaps of thoughts.
It adores the light.
Absorbing without consent.
It can never be freed. For it was never captured.
It is its own maladies.
It doesn't really matter.
For the moment it is finally rising.
It is when it loses its self.
It is set to collapse.
2.2.20
Old Friend
Let's just be with each other.
Let's have coffee. Let's make plans.
Let's not try to control each other.
Let's just be more happy.
Let's have coffee. Let's make plans.
Let's not try to control each other.
Let's just be more happy.