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Thursday, Jan. 13, 2011 11:32 p.m. Photos taken a few days ago. They are postcards from the miserable suburbs.
The world is just as ugly as it's beautifiul every day, and I simply don't know what to do in this turmoil sometimes. If you please, give me (and many other tortured souls) a quiet invisible hug. There is a morning lecture and an opening in the evening. I begin to wish to escape from all these and spend one day just to cry, eat, read, sleep. There isn't any particular place that I want to escape to. Not to the parks since the nature (whether tamed by men or not) is so neutral, so nonchalant that any crying for personal matters in it would look ridiculous and unnecessary. It is always the city, the people that make one sad, and therefore you would want to avoid it. The last resort could be... the cinema, where audience's crying is expected by the filmmaker and is therefore valid? |
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