The “HE” in the City || A Made-up Observation Part II
A heart-warming moment I saw in Swanston Library inspired me to write this. The “he” is the voice here:
Another unhappy cooperative project. “Why can’t people just think?” Maybe the problem lies in me, but I simply don’t see the hardship in understanding the process. I need a break from all this. Has the rain stopped? Great, it’s sunny again. Raining can be such an annoying weather. At least, this is exactly what I need now—a bright happy day filled with sunshine to wipe off my frustration. I shall bring my pencil and paper and step out off the office.
What a beautiful day today! I’d love to draw anything that I see today. The clouds are of amazing shades; the pretty young girls are of such enchanting smiles; the city is in full power, operating. How lucky I am that I still breath the air, walk the Earth. The thought once came to me, “what if I just die someday soon?” I used to be driven by the idea, seeking work, love or pursuing dreams so actively that the stories got all tangled up, some of which I cannot remember. However, I did love every one of them, except that I only did ever truly loved several. For that, lovers, I am sorry. My vigorous feelings couldn’t be suppressed when they came, yet with some they died quickly.
I love art! I’m feeling much better now that I’ve drawn something. Now I have to thank the old painter I came across when I was young who taught me the basic sketching skills. Then, there’s The Three Body Problem written by Liu Cixin, who, with his writing craft and impressive imagination, fascinated me, making me fall in love with science-fictions. It’s interesting how people in life can influence you in so many different aspects. Some are the reason for your growth; some are the ones who teaches you to feel.
It’s 12 and I am famished.
