The Story of A Skydrawer: Archive

“I’m tired of living unable to love anyone. I don’t have a single friend – not...”

– Chapter 8, Book 2, 1Q84 by Murakami Haruki

Jan 26th

“Once you pass a certain age, life becomes nothing more than a process of...”

– Chapter 6, Book 2, 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

Jan 26th

I was reading Osamu Dazai’s No Longer Human, on the back of the book I found a little paragraph of what he wrote in the book Sun Setting. It is touching. “When I pretended to be precocious, people started the rumor that I was precocious. When I acted like an idler, rumor had it I was an idler. When I pretended I couldn’t write a novel, people said I couldn’t write. When I acted...

Jan 12th

”I start to become nostalgic. I should have known this would happen. There is another bad thing about diaries: they remind you of how much you can lose in just four months.” — Submarine by Joe Dunthorne I think the movie has more sense of black humour than the book itself. The director showed his understanding of characters, and I have to say I love them both the same...

Jan 8th

“A golden haze” He read. ”Afar off the towers of Florence, while the bank on which she sat was carpeted with violets. All unobserved Antonio stole up behind her” — A Room With A View by E.M. Forster

Jan 6th

This Is A Log

Since I have been having trouble knitting my words, I decided to write a log. The content below repeated 100+ times. “Hi, how are you today?” Professional smile. “I’m good, thank you.” Professional smile. “Would you like me to put this/these to the fitting room for you?” “How’s the size?” “No worries.” “So...

Jan 6th

A good-bye gesture

So that was my good-bye gesture to 2011- listening to Jay Jay Johanson’s Spellbound. It was the last status I updated on weibo.com. 2011 was definitely a dramatic turning-point in my life. Struggles, sleepless nights, achievements, joy, sorrows, adventures. Also, I could finally cry again. I felt like I haven’t really lived for years, it made me recall how hollow 2007 was. I...

Jan 5th

Common Typography Diseases

p133 Thinking With Type by Ellen Lupton Various forms of dysfunction appear among populations exposed to typography for long periods of time. Listed here are a number of frequently observed afflictions. TYPOPHILIA An excessive attachment to and fascination with the shape of letters, often to the exclusion of other interests and object choices. Typophiliacs usually die penniless and alone. ...

Dec 26th

Trammels

If I blocked my ears, I wouldn’t hear it; if I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t see it. I thought I have escaped, from one side of the planet to another; nevertheless, these are the unbreakable trammels in my life. Because they are the ones who brought me to the planet.

Dec 22nd

Fragments

God I miss you,__. Then I started drawing some sentimental pieces. I sort the CDs according to the colours on the spines when I think of you. Words can’t be said. I want no parts of the reality. The most touching words she said to me were “more than 70% of your emotions involved with him are sadness, I don’t want to see you sad” “I WANT TO KILL HIM NOW, because...

Dec 21st

Who has got hurt, who has changed someone's path

Memories of Matsuko http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0768120/ The background music is so warm that it formed the extrem contrast between the music and the character. This is a story about a child who’s abandoned by love but has always been searching for love. Sometimes, when people love someone but don’t know how to express, or maybe have never tried to. Those men who existed in...

Dec 16th

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I started a story, and I never remember to finish it.

Nov 24th

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2009 summer, Gold Coast the breeze from the sea is cold the music is warm who has composed this type of blue those hallucinations were the desperate last ditch of struggle of the flames of the sun before it died

Nov 24th

You

I want to write you a poem a story only for you while I’m still alive

Nov 22nd

"Then you must remember, I was falling in love... →

lottekestner: i’m sorry if i hover near you, have you figured out that my hand never falls anywhere, that it is where i have put it, that in love there are no blind accidents, if you knew/ count the times we bump our shoes the way my drink makes me fall into you/ but what then am i to make of…

Nov 22nd

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“The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.” - Lemony...”

Nov 17th

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