Edward (turning his face to Jane): Don’t speak of it as if it was right, IT IS WRONG! Jane (serene): Well then, good bye. Edward grasps Jane’s wrist Edward (half shout): Jane, don’t be passionate! Jane turns to Edward Jane: If it is wrong to be a human being with mortal flesh! If it is […]Read More It’s Such a Quiet Life, isn’t it? Act VIII
I sat on a sofa with my back leaning against it. My head tilted back, I was looking at the ceiling. Drunk. I carried a glass of memory of you on the rocks in my right hand. I was drunk by the memory of us. My friend poked my arm a while after, being afraid […]Read More Drunk
Dear Sir, I still wish to see you again before my departure, very much eagerly. However, given a second thought, I should not. Rather we should not, if I did not mistake that we do share mutual feelings. I do not know what has gone wrong here ever since, but I will not be able […]Read More A Letter to No One Ver. 3
But we are human with heart and soul. How could our warm flesh get prevailed from cherishing the sun, and our beating heart from admiring the moon? Or our human’s nature is more beautiful than that of the nature out there? So ideally we should mindfully concentrate on only ourselves. I disagree. Suggested soundtrack: Tristesse […]Read More Tristesse d’Olympio
And I will always be YOURS . modestly, respectfully, sincerely, truthfully, truly, passionately, incandescently, ardently, fervently, fervidly, vehemently. Suggested soundtrack: The Seasons, Op. 37b: VI. June; Barcarolle by Pyotr Ilyich TchaikovskyRead More Juni 22
What catastrophe will it lead to? Why such moral standards are needed to set apart teacher and student, doctor and patient, artist and model, and so on so forth? It is the matter of nearness. Why aren’t teacher and assistant professor prohibited to each other? Why aren’t doctor and nurse? Artist and his peer? Heart […]Read More Why is It So Wrong?
Full and bright hangs there lover’s moon. Springst romance in this night of June. Reach out to touch thee does my hand. Leap up my feet from where I stand, Yet lover’s moon is still too far. . The stars start to blink mocking me. Also laughters heard from the trees. Is my solitude so […]Read More Lover’s Moon