Leaving Las Vegas
today started to prepare the trip for Germany. not much things to carry with me though. my laptop and a little Canon camera, the copies of the films, a book called One day. some clothes. guess that’s it. even though on some way i have gave up my heavy baggages(my goal is that throw all my costly things away), but still got one thing to carry, that is my polygonal souls. now they are all activated, automatically jump into my bodies, painting my heart with a piece of blood red smear or a cloud of darkgray… i can not just FLY like that, they have made me much heavier than all my baggages.
when Buddha begged alms, he never ask for the meal of the next day. perhaps that’s the last thing i need to learn in my life.
suddenly remembered Leaving Las Vegas, the only work of John O’Brien. no one knows why he killed himself before the book was published. anyway, he didnt ask for the next meal as well.
