Absurdist

Vladimir or Estragon?

What do you do when you keep singing the same song?
Take it from the top again.

Dismembered

Clinging on.

I like watching the droplets of water cling to the tip of my fingers. I particularly like the moment just before the droplet falls. The skin is a fascinating organ, waterproof, self healing and breathable. I recently read that within a span of 7 years, every single cell of our body will be replaced. Are we still the same person? Who then are we? What is it that pulls us all together?

Shadows

Long Shadows.

We are not, strictly speaking, our past for we have left that behind. Yet it continues to trail us like a shadow, only much less visible and far more intrusive. There is an invisible force about the past, like how we can see the stars and the planets but can't see what holds them apart or what draws them together.

Stop

这城市太过拥挤
满座的爱情电影
我用力推不开回忆

Sunset

那里的天空一片蓝

用白天
用黑夜
用思念
拥着你

Loop

My simple wants can't find a home
in this complicated world

Watch

Watching over it all

Interesting things are happening in Iran. Perhaps this time there will be more momentum to the movement. Like the Imams, I watch and wait.

Clipping

Faded Faces

天天想你天天问自己
到什么时候才能告诉你
天天想你天天守住一颗心
把我最好的爱留给你

Bar

Ever had the feeling
that you've been
hung out to dry

Contingent

Shadows hinge on a corner

Its funny how something that we see daily can suddenly look different from another perspective. Now you realize that the view is not as perfect as before, the cracks start to show; it is worn. But it is still the same very something that we saw just before we shifted our perspective. Or is it not? Can we separate the object from its characteristic?

Palmyra

Where the stage of my old life
Meets the cast of the new
Tonight's actors: Me and you