回家的时候还没有完全错开下班的高峰期
高速上车队有条不紊地向前迈进着
反光镜后密密麻麻地灯光
明晃晃地告示我也是这成千上万中铁壳虫里的一员
遵守着号令，日升而出，日落而息
如果导演此时把镜头从我的侧脸挪出车窗
升到空中，俯瞰这尘世，再升入太空
这个时候电影的名字出现
这大概就是一部只有我自己会关注的电影吧
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
蝼蚁
回家的时候还没有完全错开下班的高峰期
高速上车队有条不紊地向前迈进着
反光镜后密密麻麻地灯光
明晃晃地告示我也是这成千上万中铁壳虫里的一员
遵守着号令，日升而出，日落而息
如果导演此时把镜头从我的侧脸挪出车窗
升到空中，俯瞰这尘世，再升入太空
这个时候电影的名字出现
这大概就是一部只有我自己会关注的电影吧
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
垂死病中惊坐起
起床是睡眼惺忪
想想毕业压力还是清醒了
摘录第一条评论：
I feel like youtube has got streets, corners, districts, neighbourhoods, it's like a big metropolis that grows forever. There are like super-well-known and giant neighbourhoods like the pop music ones. You listen to a pop music, you'll go to another pop music. But there are less known bars, cafés and some weird alleys with bohemian folks or weird people whom you want to be friends with - like the macro-café of videos of the songs Yael Naim - Toxic, Hindi Zahra - Stand Up, Damien Rice - Cheers Darlin'. I've just discovered this by taking the route from Stavros Lantsias - Vals of the Eyes, but I don't even remember how did I get there. Probably I left the Yael-Hindi-Damien cafés, cops (that work for the metropolitan area of the Youtube City) saw that I liked that kind of thing. Then, they drove me one square down that same street and came to the Vals of the Eyes "independent theatre": it's not like a café anymore, but a little group of weirdos who like that kind of classic thing who decide to turn their house into a theatre, something pretty cozy and hospitable, with comfortable sofas, a fireplace, a cinnamon scent in the air and local artist's paintings in the walls. There might have lots of comments, lots of views, lots of likes - but like in any other place, people come, people go. All that remains are memories: memories of who have already enjoyed that strange, tiny little place, like if the views and etcetera were signature books full of messages, sketches, scrawls, declarations of love, drawings - but it's not only here! It's not only all over that Youtube city, but all over the whole Internet. Everything written on the Internet was written on the past. Like that comment. I started writing that since the video was about counting 2 minutes. It has now passed the 25 min marker. Everything is in the past, everything we have are mementos. That's so beautiful. Stopped writing at 34:30.
想想毕业压力还是清醒了
I feel like youtube has got streets, corners, districts, neighbourhoods, it's like a big metropolis that grows forever. There are like super-well-known and giant neighbourhoods like the pop music ones. You listen to a pop music, you'll go to another pop music. But there are less known bars, cafés and some weird alleys with bohemian folks or weird people whom you want to be friends with - like the macro-café of videos of the songs Yael Naim - Toxic, Hindi Zahra - Stand Up, Damien Rice - Cheers Darlin'. I've just discovered this by taking the route from Stavros Lantsias - Vals of the Eyes, but I don't even remember how did I get there. Probably I left the Yael-Hindi-Damien cafés, cops (that work for the metropolitan area of the Youtube City) saw that I liked that kind of thing. Then, they drove me one square down that same street and came to the Vals of the Eyes "independent theatre": it's not like a café anymore, but a little group of weirdos who like that kind of classic thing who decide to turn their house into a theatre, something pretty cozy and hospitable, with comfortable sofas, a fireplace, a cinnamon scent in the air and local artist's paintings in the walls. There might have lots of comments, lots of views, lots of likes - but like in any other place, people come, people go. All that remains are memories: memories of who have already enjoyed that strange, tiny little place, like if the views and etcetera were signature books full of messages, sketches, scrawls, declarations of love, drawings - but it's not only here! It's not only all over that Youtube city, but all over the whole Internet. Everything written on the Internet was written on the past. Like that comment. I started writing that since the video was about counting 2 minutes. It has now passed the 25 min marker. Everything is in the past, everything we have are mementos. That's so beautiful. Stopped writing at 34:30.
Monday, September 17, 2018
Sunday, September 2, 2018
乐游原
最近几天回家的时间都是傍晚
夕阳从侧面照进车窗依然觉得耀眼
只是照亮了天空中的云彩
在光亮的玻璃大楼上反射得格外好看
不由感慨这美好的夕阳时分为何总是稍纵即逝
红彤彤的火烧云在太阳收起最后一抹光辉后
呈现出了棉花般洁白的颜色
只是在天上浮现了半晌
就被吞噬在了如墨的夜色中
夕阳从侧面照进车窗依然觉得耀眼
只是照亮了天空中的云彩
在光亮的玻璃大楼上反射得格外好看
不由感慨这美好的夕阳时分为何总是稍纵即逝
红彤彤的火烧云在太阳收起最后一抹光辉后
呈现出了棉花般洁白的颜色
只是在天上浮现了半晌
就被吞噬在了如墨的夜色中
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