Reality

You know, back in middle school years, I found a book in a library, that's called "America by Land" by Robert Olmstead. I've always judged a book by its cover, and the cover was interesting. It took me a while to realize that this was an adult book about love story between two cousins, driving around America by land. Juliette told Romeo something when she was depressed, she said, "If memory is heaven, this must be hell."

Anyways, it's just that, you don't know what happened to you until you look back and see what had happened before. All this comparison, all this complains. I think memory is truly heaven. Even though it was a bad one, we're glad that it's over, and somehow it'd still be heaven. 

Funny thing is that, heaven can not be forgotten.

And self is anxious.

What I found on Instagram

Hello everyone! Some of you may have known that I'd started my instagram account like months ago, and I've been quite comfortable with it. I've been quite productive and been gaining more interests in visual arts. This is probably why I have been doing more designs than writing lately. And here are the things that I found really awesome on Instagram.

differ.tv

Differ.tv is like a bank of vintage movies, beautiful movies with beautiful mise en scene, great cinematography, great stories. Differ.tv usually posts pictures of classic movies, including Lolita, Amelie, Pulp Fiction, even black and white ones that were published back then when I wasn't even existed. What I love about differ.tv is that they would capture the interesting scenes perfectly. Sometimes they would add the lines to make us remember even more clearly.

Phony

Hidden tears and silence, and secrets, and hope, and whispers. It may be easy to look forward to the future, plan things. But future is as phony as Old Gatsby. Trust and gamble, and loneliness, and lights are phony. 

Opinions make you delusional. Opinions make you stop, but where would I be without what others tell me. Where would I be when I don't exactly know what I should know and what I shouldn't know, and what I should tell and what I shouldn't tell, and what I should ask, and what must not be asked.

Some things are spilled, as easy as you told your friends you have met Paul Mccartney last night.

Wouldn't that be so hard to keep? When you were to excited to talk?

Some things are hidden, behind that face, and those dancing legs, and that soft hair, and that make up, and that smell. some things are remained hidden.