塵翎部落格

Thanks for the reply. It is not something I would expect.

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I miss 我的書房. It took me to read the One Hundred Years of Solitary. I still recall the overwhelming feeling of emptiness after the last few words from the book.

“ … and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.” –Marquez

Isn’t life unresolving? No matter how hard one tries to restore it, the missing part still drifts away quietly and cruelly.

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Just read the previous posts about your life in Paris. Imagine you wandered in between the alleys just like the chat in Chris Marker’s Chats Perchés, watching the Parisians from your corners, savouring the arts and culture, wondering their way of life.

In Chats Perchés, there was a white cat living with a homeless man inside the Paris Metro, one day, Chris found that the cat was hurt by the elevator, the other day, both the cat and man could no longer be found.

Now, I accept that cat is always mysterious and solitary.

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It is sad to learn that you will avoid posting long column on your blog. ningville is a special place for people like me trying to know more about you. If reading your words on screen is tiring then what is not.

I cannot write. The most I can do is to use my meagre English which, most of the time, cannot express myself at all. I am sorry not able to write to you in Chinese which is actually shameful and impropriate.

It would be good to have you write more here.