Why is there always a question of identity? What is definition? How are we going to sense the existence of ourselves? We may have to be, be it us the one to exist...
I thought I was a capturer, and I see my world in my own way with prejudice. There is no need to forgive or give consensus. The image in front of me varies in form, they look as if they are not, and I try to measure their variances that are significantly self-centred.
I thought I was a writer, and I contemplate the logic of inter-relationships in the modules of particle deformation. I wrote but I never expressed any motion.
I thought I was a forwarder. My way is bumpy and I focus on the acute point of arc. Nobody is with me except the mirror self. When I thought I was a forwarder, I just looked backward with puzzling stare.
I thought I was an imitator, and I simply lost the ground to draw a line of likeness. I pretended but I had never a form, tragically right.
I thought I was an observer, but I only saw objects away from the inner world. This is the appearance, and this is the transmitted image that a receiver perceives. I lost my mind.
I thought I was a sleeper, I dreamt of my faith in vain. I am not sure how far I can still go. To the world, real objects fade, love will tear me apart from the still...
<Love will tear us apart>, Joy Division, first released in 1979
When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low
And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again
Why is the bedroom so cold? You've turned away on your side
Is my timing that flawed, have our feelings run dry?
Yet there's still this appeal that we've kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again
You cry out in your sleep, all my failings expose
There's a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold
Just that something so good just can't function no more
When love, love will tear us apart again
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I can't believe you have done a more thorough job than I have on this day when I should be the one to review my own existence in this world. You observe, you write, you capture, you imitate, you dream… You are content with your own point of view that sometimes you don't interact or connect with the others and the surroundings. Without these links you are a mere spectator in life. You have shrewd observation and talents to capture the sublime, but you seal and paraphrase these images with your fantasies. You captured the beauty of a lonely silhoutte against sunset on the beach, but you did not care to find out whether she was brooding or actually gazing her husband and their son in the sea with a smiling face. Had you cared to be more curious and walked past her you would see her face glowed with light. The moment your eyes met hers would have been a moment of existence for both you and her. Challenge yourself to overcome your lethargy and penetrate through the superficials. Don't just sit and watch. Feel the existence of everything around you with your body and mind, and then you will also feel your own existence. The world does not exist for just you and me but for all men and all things.
Love sometimes tears people apart but it also has a magical power to unite and reunite.
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