simmering

nothing has been significant for me this summer since all i've been doing is shun the sun, pick at my mosquito bites, and read through yukio mishima's entire bibliography which i think is a nice way to spend time but other (more) functioning human beings might think it's shameless.

for some reason there's been a lot of protocol blackouts lately in the city which is an excuse for me to purchase candles at the 5¢ shop when usually i'd mark such a thing as "frivolous" but i think it makes this city all the more romantic. summer is my favourite because it's the only season i get to share with you. 

what spring does to cherry trees

i'm in my hometown for the moment, trying to create new priorities that doesn't involve love. i was planning to go to guangzhou with alex (who is always careful and patient when he touches me) but it was cancelled because of the bird flu so for now i won't live in a light coat or go to the lianhua mountain which, alex says, has 100,000 lotus that peeks during spring.

instead, i got an internship in an art gallery which consists of transcribing and translating catalogues. most days, i work in their rooftop lawn and google things like "extinct birds of pacific oceans". for my past time, i've been soaking curtains which started as spring cleaning, it's not at all like the task i used to hate as youngin, much better than seeing my therapist.

i sent you a text, "don't forget to spend the 20th of june 2013 with your beloved since it's the last day of the astronomical spring and it'll all fall apart from this point on." it's funny how the more you love, the more lonely you feel.