Once, while on the last train home, a middle-aged woman seated directly opposite me burst into tears, and sobbed through a mostly incoherent outpouring of her grievances on her cellphone. People in the same cabin just bolted. They made for other cabins - where they could continue their conversations or daydreams in silence. I looked down nervously at my hands and listened to her narrative and it wasn't too hard to make out from her mangled cries of "How could he do this to me!" in Chinese that her husband had probably cheated on her.

I wanted to sink further down in the cold plastic seat and weep a few commiserating tears but at the next stop, I got up and walked home. If that had been a scene in a Wong Kar Wai film, it could have been fucking beautiful. But because it's life, it's just filled with empty pathos.

Does life imitate art, or art life?
Why must I hold up life's moments to its celluloid counterparts and despair when it inevitably comes up short?

5:39 PM;

Corinne
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I lean my head slowly to the side, reflect on the camellia on the moss of the temple, reflect on a cup of tea, while outside the wind is rustling the foliage, the forward rush of life is crystallised in a brilliant jewel of a moment that knows neither plans nor future, human destiny is rescued from the pale succession of days, glows with light at last and, surpassing time, warms my tranquil heart.

- The Elegance of the Hedgehog,
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