Private Space

This shall be my private space, a channel for sending thoughts into open space.

A window into my random thoughts, nobody cares.

飄渺流淌

三月十八，穀雨，小雨補榖。

萬物皆變，是麼？
變中有數，是麼？

L x B x H x f(t)

The four basic dimensions lies in Length, Breath, Height and Duration.

As things exist, things desist.
a blink, a second, a minute.

Flow On

a casual breeze
a whithered leaf

flow on, and on
a stroll on humanity
questions on sanity

Symmetric Semantica

“Straight.”
“Not.”
“Not straight.”
“Not.”

Horus

“The sky opened up and stared down at me, blinked. Go away and stopped looking at me with your prying eye.”

Digital Ages

I am 01%?5555.
I am 155&&*84.
I am #+111005.
6$-39992-%+$910
15-4;$+#++27311′
26′;$/#(&(4017′;31

Speed Me Up

Acceleration beyond digital means,
Crossed talk traffic at the lights,
Fiber, fibre, glass pieces willing,
Zoom me up to microscopic land.

Type, Typing, Typed

If i could type, If i could read, If i could write;
on what topic shalt it be?

the whispering of the drills hovering over my roof top, accompanied by the distance humming of excavators in motions, loosening the soil that had been sitting in its place for ages galore, whilst i sit here at the 23rd floor, typing with my eyes closed.

for i do not need to see the words to hear them, they are in my mind, and my fingers are their vehicles, the vehicle for the words.
i do not look at the screen nor the keyboard, with intent, for they would scare the words away.

and thus, the typing stopped when i looked at them, reading them, scaring them away.

variation; 微妙

难道在这些问题的存在之于， 我们渴望的只不过如此？

a tremor, a wave, alphas.
drop of a pin, flap of a wing, un-knowing