You lived life in the fast lane, sometimes you ended up as road kill.

i lost my creativity

We have been looking through the dusty glass. We devoured our every sight, from the mundane duty of streetlamps (which only increased the street’s obscurity) to dog walking (we thought such activity only suit individuals who could not bear their idleness). As the sky grew darker, lights abandoned the daytime, and the shadows ran riot in our imaginations. It was as if they fused with the lonely force to confirm our insignificance in life and smother our deserved sensations. The drooping trees provided couples an intimate aura, yet the leaflessness of the tree revealed their actual alarmed movements. We absorbed the shadows of night and the vibrations from insects. They were merely sound, coming from every direction, maybe above our roof, or hiding in the bushes. We had no idea what they looked like, and their existence was so unreal because of their mechanical buzzing. We listened in stillness. Crepuscular yellow car lights diminished and reappeared. We made a larger gap between the window and the outside world. A breeze arose. In the blackness, the leaves of trees began to flutter, filling the air outside and inside our lungs with an unfamiliar scent (not materialistic or contrived we found in department stores). Our sights blurred all of a sudden but without further allowance of time, we dried the tears. Sometimes the darkness would let out a vulture cry, or ripples would spread across the water’s surface as though something had just swum by. We felt for the dark masses of leaves that helplessly exposed their vulnerability, as they chased after the wind. Everyday the branches showed growing patches of sky, or the houses which receded behind the mist of defeated youth. The leaves shed themselves, came floating down and circling, like the world shedding itself in an endless profusion. We saw another dead pigeon squashed by a car, voicelessly screaming its dissatisfaction with the stubbornness of life. The natural death lingered after us, with the window thrown open, and then we saw a streak of yellow and orange dissecting the sky into two, making the world more beautiful then ever.

If we half closed our eyes and covered our ears, we could trick ourselves into thinking what was still going on, through the stained glass panes and decaying brick walls. 

「如果你要做一件你很想做的事，你必須做很多不情願但未至於要你放棄初衷的事情。」