Essay Collection: Cocoon of Lies
Introduction:
Love is a willing descent into illusion.
In this sprawling city, what we seek has never been the truth, but a lie we can lose ourselves in. The vows we chew over again and again in the dead of night are nothing more than a magnificent robe embroidered stitch by stitch with golden threads of words. Beneath it crawl damp, lightless lice.
This collection is for all the liars and fools who turn a blind eye in love.
You don't have to rush to tear through that paper-thin barrier. Even if you know his tenderness right now is an exquisite forgery, even if you understand that behind his "Good night" there may be another chat window with someone still awake, you still choose to drink poison to quench your thirst. Because some loneliness can only take on a momentary, warm glow when wrapped in lies.
I write about the amber-colored falsehoods that circulate through love. They are like crystal wind chimes hanging over a bed, chiming when the wind blows, their clear notes making you forget how fragile they are. You think that holding on to the melody means holding on to eternity, but you don't know that when the wind stops, the silence is more frightening than never having heard a sound at all.
The writing here is desolate, yet touched by a glimmer of light. Like a piece of pottery shattered and then carefully repaired with gold lacquer, every crack tells of the repairer's stubborn refusal to see reason. We know that the deepest wounds often come from the closest embraces, yet at the very moment someone is about to turn and leave, we still clutch their sleeve and beg, in a quiet, pleading voice, for one more tomorrow.
When you open this little book, I hope you see more than a pile of ornate words. I hope you see hearts softened and still longing to be filled, even after being steeped in lies. This is an elegant clearing of the ruins of urban relationships, using the most extravagant sorrow to heal the rib that aches from saying "I'm fine" too many times.
After all, if a lie can last a lifetime, it might as well be love.
Theme: Essay collection
Silver* Chronicles
Five ** Feelings
Proof of the Crime of Innocence
Lipstick and Ashes
A Hint of Jealousy
The Blue Carp Erodes the Shadow
Sword of the Lunar Eclipse
The Boy and the Cherry Blossoms Are Both Late
Criminal Trainee
The Flawed Detective
Threshold of the Afterecho
The Cold Case Department