(Translation of a screenplay) Mom and dad believed that chopsticks point to where home is at. The lower I hold my chopsticks, the closer I am to home. But dad always wanted me to hold the tip of the chopsticks because he wanted me to see the world. Home is where the world is, he… Continue reading CHOPSTICKS
We are leaning towards a more and more opaque society, towards an even more intangible world where data collected about you will decide even larger facets of your life. Eventually, your whole existence will be affected.
I can't do this sober. Fuck the world. Parden my French. It kept raining and I got sad. I am overly dramatic when I cook. My professor says I hedge the bet when I speak and write. Write drunk, edit sober. Instagram is where I find, create, and fabricate romance. I want to see the… Continue reading A FEW THINGS THAT I JOT DOWN IN 2017 WHEN I AM SOBER, WHICH IS ALWAYS.
(INSPIRED BY REAL EVENT) I was six and in kindergarten. What exactly happened? I don't seem to remember. The only thing I remember was being in pain, great pain. I’ve been having bad dreams since I don't know when. It’s always the same. I was in an endless abysmal. At the end of that endless… Continue reading TRANSLATION OF A SCREENPLAY
During the Industrial Revolution, the invention of the railway, made possible by the steam engine, was the most potent symbol of industrialization. In his captivating travel log Florence, the New Capital of Italy, traveler Charles Richard claims that “the never-tiring iron horses and clever engines” allow people to be “conveyed” between different cities in a… Continue reading THE RABBIT UNDER THE TRAIN
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDWKuo3gXMQ What served in place of the photograph before the camera’s invention? The expected answer is the engraving, the drawing, the painting. The more revealing answer might be: memory. Said John Berger, in his book About Looking. Our obsession for photography derives from our subconscious pursuit of immortality. In the photos, we won’t fade away. It… Continue reading WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lDPcSLGB0nQ Absolute loneliness, and absolute sublimity. The song is as depressing as it is empowering. The use of electronic guitar is skillful, creating a heated, yet suffocating atmosphere. The notes are fast and heavy, but never redundant. You can feel the blazing sun burning right through your skin; you can hear the wind roaring, rumbling… Continue reading THORNAPPLE