NAMED IT "UNTITLED"

Day by day, night by night, a week is gone and now another is ready to go. In this 3-weeks long holidays, the word confusion sums it all, and confusion is all it is.

Let’s start with how the night goes. Emm, I see, it is still the same, the same with every other nights, no constellation, no much star, or, none. Sometimes though, I can see one, light-years away from me, far enough, but not far enough to go beyond my line of sight. But still, I need my glasses on to see how beautiful it is, to see how far it is, to see how special it is to be able to own the night sky. Lone star don’t makes constellation, lone star are lovely but lonely. A lone star has a name, and in a constellation it is sometimes named otherwise, granted with meaning and a story behind, every one of them.

Having exactly no idea what am I writing here. No, I think I know this time; Fingers and mind on the keyboard, not thinking of what to write but what to think, and these mere thoughts are translated into these words, in front of you. (I believe this is the reason why I can write an essay well at a time and hardly doing it twice the next time.)

只是一張晚餐后拍的照

no caption. Thoughts in disorder, chaos, and cluttered. It could be either too much information to be processed at a time or one single information dominating all the concerns. Or both. Priority list works no more since I can’t even list my problem in the first place. I call this, confusion.