The night when the lockdown lifted

I always cry for silly things. 

A protester’s photo in Hong Kong, I thought of how they risk their life and future for democracy, only for the little chance they had, then I couldn’t help crying, like Prometheus’s fire, these people light up the dark, where millions of mainlanders long gave up fighting. 

Not A Loser

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Laurence woke up soaked in sweat. His phone was still ringing with alarm tones, his current practice “Lascia ch’io pianga,” a basic for soprano, but he could never reach the part “e che sospiri.” As he was trying to put DiDonato into silence, the fluorescent light from his phone made him sweat again. He had to leave it. 2 minutes later, his roommate was yelling at the bathroom door, “Laurence! Damn it, for God’s sake, turn off your alarm!” “Go ahead.” Jason was furious, running into the room to put it off, “every fucking morning with those howls and cries!” Still cursing. 

“Hu…” Laurence was released. 

Shanghai Night

J’accepte la grand aventure d’être moi.

Simone de Beauvoir

Sunday Afternoon

A little exploration of Shanghai in a sunny Sunday afternoon.