四月（一九九○年）底在西安下了飞机，站在外面那大广场上发呆，想，贾平凹就住在这个城市里，心里有着一份巨大的茫然，抽了几支烟，在冷空气中看烟慢慢散去，尔后我走了，若有所失的一种举步。
/三毛

days were absolute ennui and emptiness.

A: "Uh, I'm very shallow and empty and I have no ideas and nothing interesting to say."
B: "And I'm exactly the same way."
C: "I see. Wow. That's very interesting. So you've managed to work out something?"

a 2006 work- it reminds me of such innocent yet eternally childish days in my old high school

Jeremiah de Saint-Amour loved life with a senseless passion, he loved the sea and love, he loved his dog and her, and as the date approached he had gradually succumbed to despair as if his death had been not his own decision but an inexorable destiny.

the dream that I see don't kill it

i lost this camera to a transit bus the fourteenth day since i've made the purchase. i tried everything i could think of to get it back, i phoned the police and the transit company, i went back to every possible stop, i put up posters, i asked the drivers, i posted a notice in the newspaper. but three days passed and i knew i wouldn't see it anymore.

i sometimes imagined... they came to this place, sat on the bench, and smoked cigarettes. the smell of gas filled up the dark cool air.

the dream that I see don't kill it

the dream that I see don't kill it

the dream that I see don't kill it

/Hedi Slimane

I will never know you anymore

07+08
had a pleasure self-printing photos from a darkroom

/dad