TV always see the dead of night, those such as the sluggish plot taste, but I was “sinking” the fun in this low-level, we must not stop, I think this is a realm of it!
My spiritual world, there is no noise, just like the lake, no wind, no waves. I am always glad for their own performance and or low. My heart is free in the unknown of space, I only sensory financing through this complex and superficial world.
I also would like to, who belong to this night? Is it is not brave dogs bark but the middle of the night? Is the construction site through the night lights? Or that bizarre karaoke bar? Or is it a long time do not want to shut down the shop door? This night also belongs to whom? Internet cafes are blushing from eggs that come out to stand in front of people? The plot belongs to secretly sneak thief bad? It belongs to the cold wind shivering beggars can not sleep? And or belong to me, the thinking of those solo?
Every night after work, covered with dust into the bus, and then swept the city in the unconscious, and finally felt at the lights wanton Department through, another does not follow a side street of the melody, an extension of the pace. Such as in the bustling Kam, I will always silently watching a young Rangers, he and the city so out of tune, seems to be to interpret those growing up in a materialistic Department extremely naive. His fluffy hair, knot-like paste full gray dirt; he is better than excellent make-up artist has been cut and polish the dust depiction black face, but slightly dull ; his lips peristalsis, making his face in the cold wind If one leaves tremble up as vivid. I thought he was just a cultural, not pursued, and I at the same time, the failure of his life in his cell without seeking ignorance until I found his reading, a wrinkled’s “reader”, the lighting is so gloomy to such an extent that he does go beyond the control of pupil face, I from his Department to see the white of the eye of his heart, for the happiness and warmth of those who desire, I do not understand that floors and thin blankets how to meet this kind of ” ambitions. ” Often see this, there are some feel dejected, and then eyes shifted to the busy downtown, the heart of the city, after all, is the mainstream.