For the new year...

I still live, I still think: I still have to live, for I still have to think. 
Sum, ergo cogito, cogito, ergo sum. —Nietzsche

Nothing Else Matters

It's quite melancholy inducing when you finally connect the dots and realize that your whole existence and all your struggles and joys are ultimately a pointless exercise, a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing, as a wise man once observed, realization usually comes around middle age, the mid-life crisis I suppose, this realization that none of it matters... really, that no one cares, that there is no guy in the sky that's going to make it all alright, that you can drop dead right now or not and the Universe couldn't give a damn either way.

The Italians are dangerously good at starters. Arguably the best in the world. French starters come one after another, in a wearying procession. Spanish tapas are robust and delicious, but lack flights of fancy. Chinese dim sum are endlessly inventive, but too doughy to be eaten regularly.

L'età barbarica-L'age des ténèbres-Regia Denys Arcand

 I want this song. Full version. By Rufus Wainwright.

2019-6-16

Are loving China and the Chinese Communist Party the same thing? Chinese Communist Party authorities are insisting that loving the party is a precursor to loving the country. No, it’s called Nationalism. I love China, but I don’t love the party. It’s that simple.

Let's read some truth.

https://haikuang.org/category/海光專欄/

Five Easy Pieces

There is purity in simple living. To indulge in the small ecstasies, the small pleasures. Coffee, croissant, books, t-shirt, black pants, slippers, sunshine, daisy, white wine… It is all malleable, atmospherically — our lives. You create your paradise out of all these simple luxuries, and that’s purely religious. True divinity wades in the warm oceans of bliss.

In The Mood For Love — Shigeru Umebayashi

In the Mood for Love —directed by Wong Kar-wai, 2000.

He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct…—Liu Yichang 

花樣年華 —王家衛 2000.

他想起了消逝了的歲月。那些消逝了的歲月, 彷彿隔着一塊積着灰塵的玻璃, 看得到, 抓不着。看到的種種, 也是模模糊糊的... —劉以鬯《對倒》

—Wong Kar-wai 王家衛, July 17, 1958. He is a Hong Kong film director, screenwriter, and producer.

—劉以鬯 Liu Yichang, December 7, 1918 — June 8, 2018. He was a Shanghai-born and Hong Kong-based writer, editor and publisher.

—Shigeru Umebayashi 梅林茂, February 19, 1951. He is a Japanese composer.