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When Buddha comes, you will welcome him; when the devil comes, you will welcome him.
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September 03

 
昨晚梦到朋友安的离开。没有告别,没有留下任何言语,我知道他去了墨脱。
现实中是多年好友,梦里我却不断亲吻他,央求他不要离开。
清晨短短两个小时里,梦里不断出现过往的人和事。对所有我都依依不舍,不愿离开。
 
Je pense a tout vous.
March 29

旅行的意义

“去到哪里或许并不是旅行的意义。路上的状态,才最引人。”
看到雪的日志不禁让我想起自己的旅途。
每次旅行时间不长也不短。3,5个月,时而半年。
渐渐地发现出行和回家的界限变得模糊。
很多时候在回家的路上也是一路感叹和筹划。
很多时候不知道自己在那边才完整地感觉到回家。
庆幸的是自己慢慢开始享受这种生活轨迹。
坐在飞机场里,无论下一站在哪里。
总是会与某种事物,某个人邂逅。

Hi

 
The letter for you always requires some time for me to think about it. In this one, I chose to send you two of the photo's from freshman year. It was a very speacial time through out my life. I was confused, lost and feeling abandoned. Searching through the dictionary, no words nor phrases could descibe how it was and how it passed away from my life. On the back of this piece of paper, you will see my journals from that unforgetible year. I wrote about my trip to NYC, expereice of the first drawing class, the relationship which already faded into memory and home as always. I believe that a foreign language is a painting for meditation. To read it by heart is far more different and significant by knowledge.
    The question of where I really belong and where the inspirition of my art is has been around my mind recently. During the last few months staying in switzerland, to move to another country was a hope for me to change my life. As the physical location changed, time passed and experiences gained, I figured out that what matters is not the location but how you see your environment. B is not the best city here, but once I started my life here, I have to make it home.
    As always, memories come back time by time. Specially, in these days I am doing some Yoga drawing. It is said that in the exercise of relaxing hip bone, people expereince recalling a lot of their memories. During my time in Yoga, the memory of  Geneva festival beside the Geneva lake came back to me. I was surrounded by strangers. They were happy, excited. They were talking, laughing, screaming, singing, drinking, hugging, kissing... I was observing and absorbing all this. The joyness in that night was absorbed through my eyes, ears, nose into the deepest part of my mind. The fire works were bright like sun light at once and turned into meteors and fell into darkness quickly. All the sound of people, fire works and the lake joined together became a stream. It was life. It was delightful. It was one of the most beautiful time in my life.
 
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March. 29th.1:06 am.
March 25

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I have been writing more recently.

I have been thinking more recently.

I have been reading recently.

I read the play called "Waiting for Godot". It tells a story about how two men spend their time while they are waitng for Godot. They are with each other most of the time, but they always think it would be better if they are apart. I couldn’t address a name for the two men's relationship. Brothers? Friends? Lovers? Strangers or enemies? My teacher drew me an answer with a question, " haven’t you be involved in such a relationship?" I suddenly realized, isnt just like fall in love with someone? Once when you fall in love with someone, you spend a decent amount time with him (her). You live with her, eat with her, sleep with her, talk with her, qurral with her, fight with her. At a point you might start wonder,would it be better if we are apart?

"I fell in love three times in my life." he said. I looked into myself, have I ever be in love? All that so called, "relationship", "boyfriend", "lover", I wonder if they were true. I experienced all that which I think it is too much for a girl at my age to handle. In another way all that experiences perfectly fit an ignorant girl at my age to go through in order to become a woman. To look back in the time, was I really there? Being involved into any sort of relationship made me separated from the person. Because I become too close to the person that I can’t see this person by normal vision any more. The only time that I understand what is going on actually is after the relationship ended. When a heart is full of excitement, wonder, sweetness, hope, the owner of this heart count never look down at the road that he (she) is walking on.

 If a person knows that she will lose her mind in love, will she still fall in love? Or will she be able to keep a clear mind in love? I don’t know. She doesn’t know.

 In the play “Silence”, all the actors and actress are speaking with their own consciousness. Elle, who is a girl in her 20s, recalled her sexual experiences. When she speaks about it, she is almost like reading poetries. She talks about the clouds in the sky, the landlady who talks with her and drinks with her. I was wondering why Ellen could never tell a complete story about herself. The teacher in class pointed out that people who had bad sexual experiences couldn’t remember it completely or clearly. The memories are broken in pieces. They couldn’t narrate what happened, but they tell stories to themselves.

In any male-dominated society, I think that a woman’s sexual experience or sexual opinion is more complicated than a man could imagine. When a young girl starts to open her eyes to the world, it is lucky that the adults or the teens around her don’t perject any sexual behavior on her. As soon as she turns into a teenage, she would starts to wonder about the secret of a person's sexual desire. It will be good if she could get a good direction. Other wise she might experience something, which harms others or herself. As she turns into a woman, she gains knowledge, goes though experiences, listens to stories and reads words. If there is any bad experience during her childhood, teenage years, she needs to cover up the wounds by a lot of work from herself and also her partner. During the time that she is involved in a relationship, she might be forced to have sexual activities by her partner or even something worse. There is no way to change anybody in the world, but we could change ourselves. The only way out is to be careful, stronge, brave and take stratigies to help ourselves rather than waiting for someone for help.

March 22

谈论 它家

 

引用

它家
where does life take you?
 
What is a journey?
A journey is not a trip.
It's not a vacation.

It's a process. A Discovery.
It's a process of self-discovery.
 
A journey brings us face to face with ourselves.
A journey shows us not only the world,
but how we fit in it.
 
Does the person create the journey
or does the journey create the person?
 
The journey is life itself.
 
Where will life take you?
March 20

记忆

突然很多记忆莫名其妙的跳到面前。
属于过去的东西和现在邂逅。
想起16那年在日内瓦湖旁的焰火。那么一群快乐的人,我站在他们中间,大脑一片空白。
他们快乐,好像我也很快乐。当时爸爸已经回国了。
剩下自己,就那么存在于一堆人中。
感觉很奇特,当时没有思念,没有伤感,没有特别的高兴,也许自己的脸上也没有什么样的表情。
看着陌生的笑脸,也许自己的心里也有了笑。
 
忘记刚刚想起的过去。肯定的是一件非常细小的事。
就那样的被调到面前,一遍一遍过滤,回忆,再次体会。
那是什么?什么时候?什么地方?和什么人?
就好像和梦一样,刚刚睡醒,所有细节还依然清晰,坐起身来就已全无。
 
几周前,好久不联系的几个朋友,在同一天晚上同我联系。
感觉很惊讶,难不成陌生人的人也会有灵犀?
 
“生活就这么继续。”
生活怎样才是“继续”?
也许一直都在原地,不断重复。或者一个梦接着一个梦。
 
小时候觉得自己应该是被莫名的规则关在这个躯体里。一个人形状的笼子,没有办法出去。
长大后慢慢接受了这个躯体,接受周围,接受看到的现象。
 
该睡了,好好对待这个容器。
 
March 14

Fall in love.

I fall in love with drawing again.
The simplycity in drawing makes it so attractive to me. It is a young and beautiful boy. It is a wordless and thoughful man.
It is a life long profitable meditation.
When my world is only filled with the sound of the pencil scraching the paper; when this clip light is the only light in the whole stage of night; when my sould started to be drawn into the paper and the relation between the paper and the pencil; there is nothing else exsit in the world except here, me, the pencil and the paper.