I live in my own world.
I like it.
I fill it up with all manners of beautiful imagery, songs, and imaginary dialogues.
But I also realize that the more comfortably I am ensconced in this space, the more reality starts to look really unappealing. Music videos like the one below shouldn't exist for the reason that they set impossibly high standards that no ordinary life scenario can ever hope to beat. Still, I know I'll watch it in the confines of my bedroom a dozen of times, and file it neatly into the mental folder labeled Dream Scenarios For Mate & Me
Yeah, except said Mate does not exist. Sad, I know.
Conrad Aitken on Virginia Woolf's characters -
They are the creatures of seclusion, the creatures of shelter; they are exquisite beings, so perfectly and elaborately adapted to their environment that they have taken on something of the roundness and perfection of works of art. Their life, in a sense, is a sea-pool life: unruffled and secret: almost, if we can share the cool illusion of the sea-pool's occupants, inviolable. They hear murmurs of the sea itself, that vast and terrifying force that lies somewhere beyond them, or around them; and if it does, at last, break in upon them with a cataclysmic force, a chaos of disorder and undisciplined violence, they can find no language for the disaster: they are simply bewildered.
The passage evoked some pretty powerful stirrings in my chest, as did this short film by Yi Zhou starring Charlotte Gainsbourg.
Photos taken in and around Wuxi.
We were there in such glorious weather, and I have to say the gardens and natural scenery in China take my breath away.这些在无锡拍的照还不错吧？中国的公园与美景实在是令我叹为观止。也许是去的时辰对，在冰凉的温度中，总有迷蒙蒙的天色。正好是我最喜欢的。