I wake up every morning and think "I'm so lucky to be alive
today."
Even when I'm sad, I still think I'm lucky.
Sadness and happiness only
exist in the mind. I can hold onto neither of them and they have no physical
or mental influence on me. Those states of mind fuel
the incognito personality that a person rarely shows. Whether he or she is a
devil or an angel, it certainly represents something human.
Most of the time I don't know what is the right thing to say. People I've met
are messier than I am.
It's a lie to say that creativity is original. The moment I do something creative, I commit a
crime. If my work is an obvious copy, shame on me. If
my work delivers a specific kind of authenticity, jokes on me. Whatever it is, as long as it's
creative, it's not original.
France. The museums, the music in the
streets, the pastries, the cafes, the buildings and rude people, thiefs. Singapore. Lively nightlife, various cultures,
Eastern body with Western soul, MM6, $12 pack of cigarettes.
"It's midnight and the mind
wanders.", said my friend who I believe to stay up late a lot. My dear,
best things happen at midnight. I want to do something crazy, risky and magical
with someone in a strange place at midnight. Perhaps I only need to
walk the streets with the right one.
Midnight is happening. Open your
eyes and charge your phone because crazy humans will stay up late and post
something weird.
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