A Party
It is such a lonely place where artists stand.
You can feel the bitterness when they are laughing,recognize the arrogance from the most humble words, the desperate needs of being noticed from their aloofness.
12:45pm
Definitely not a good time to write, or perhaps the best time.
Just remember some points of time to leave the party. Timing is very important.
09:47pm A good student
03:25am Not good enough at partying
03:58am “LSD after wine will be perfect.”
As to subculture, I like it when it’s created by kind hearted people, otherwise I don’t.
Now it is 12:55pm Monday Nov. 26
I finished my 7th dumpling. Well to be accurate the 5th dumpling of today.
I feel like I can eat 50 more.
I was surprised by the space that my stomach could offer and wondering where exactly the 5th dumpling is traveling in my body. Have it joined the other dumplings or it becomes just like minced meat before gathered by human hands.
Everything lost their originality when repeated in words. The uselessness, the failures, the fragility, becomes less interesting when people are talking about it, or writing about it . Like the movement I did just now—— eating the 5th dumpling, which got over observed when I was writing it down.
How can they become alive again?
(If the movement in present struggles to stay longer, wants to reappear in the future in another form.)
a. No answer
b. Can you just fucking live your moment then die?
I always admire people who can wear different masks for different occasions.
I also like the idea of someone not sharing daily life online and when you happen to visit his or her or their home, you would find the house, thus the person, full of surprise.
True people stay sincere all the time.
They remember to perform perfect manners naturally , but stay true at the same time.
How hard!
I used to be very good at it but not any more.
I remembered a very unnoticeable hoodie being touched. It was dusty pink, towel-like fabric, with a hat.
“这摸起来好舒服哦！”
“对吧！”
Somehow at that moment she(the girl wearing it) became the most normal girl to me.
These were the last words I would say to someone to showoff friendship.
I watch people.
I watch them talk.
I wondered if he was interested in the topic or maybe, he was thinking to himself: I don’t want to waste time on these people anymore. It was such a bad idea to hold this party.
Or he was just tired, sleepy, not interested.
I want to believe that he is a kind man.
And all my assumptions come from fears.
Please evaluate the party:
Overall it was a nice event to attend.
People are quite interesting, they are artists.
Food was good and healthy. Grilled chicken with nicesauce. Fresh salads and fruits. Enough wine. Sweet dumplings were the sparkling point of the night.
Different games for entertainment: dancing game , mahjong, etc. To establish friendship quickly without talking about something personal.