“When a cloud passes, the great river below the mountain floods my eye sockets.”, Fang Shier, “Below the Mountain”
Some overly sentimental words I once wrote, carefully preserved here as a collection of rambling thoughts.
Private entries from my old QQ Space, full of melodramatic rambling about nothing. But when I think about how much time has passed, I start missing my vividly angsty teenage self.
Why post this here?! Maybe I hope these mutterings, now settled in the dust, can have a chance to see the light of day. orz
A mild, wistful look back.
I'll post the old entries first, then write a little about the present whenever I feel like it, pretending to sort everything seriously by date.
Theme: I and we are living our lives within life itself.
