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Washed Ashore: Memories and Regrets on a Tokyo Beach
I really don’t like walking to the beach, especially on dull summer days, when the wet rain hits my chest and makes me unable to breathe. A shirt is washed and worn, worn and washed, over and over again, like a miserable pale sun attached to a confused body, wasting its warmth in vain. But people like me have a cold heart. It always beats alone, coldly, like silent raindrops, making no sound at all. The pocket of my jacket on the left always hangs down, because there is a mobile phone inside, a past number that has never been deleted, and a disconnected profile picture that is always gray,…
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Reflecting on the Complex Nature of Infatuation, First Love and Unrequited Affection
Loving someone obsessively is the process of turning from thinking that you are rational to being a love lunatic. People in love will hold each other up on the altar for no reason and become a god-like existence. If there are less debauched adventures, less absurdity, less frivolous and ambiguous affairs, how can we live with courage in the face of thorns? Ten years of seclusion in Taoyuan, coffee time in Second Life, a cup of UCC every morning, Master Fengyun incarnates the daily life of a lazy master, stubborn and unconvinced youth is far away, just remember a certain summer, a room at the south exit of Shinjuku, Tokyo…
