#diary record

i can be better, probably, (no one wants me to)

today my neighbour’s cherry tree is in full bloom...it’s a satisfying sight. this whole night the scene of an orange tree peeking above a strip of fences on a sunny day kept coming to me. it was something that i saw when i took the bus to class. bus windows are like a lens filter. they warm everything outside. at sunset, with a certain amount of clouds and a certain angle of light the sun becomes dark like a pomegranate and bleeds all over the sky, through the view of my window seat.

my favourite thing to shoot on instax is the inside of our fridge!! maybe its time to update my ig acc again... anyway. i wish fujifilm came up with more designs for the square films ;o

these days it’s probably chris marker, director of sans soleil. if you watch that film, you will see how great of a poet he is.. ive always been terrible at analysing media so i cant tell you why i like it so much. even in his earlier work, la jetée, the same poetic sensibility is displayed. i hope i can find more writers like this. in the form of books or movies, it doesnt matter. it was very good to watch his works. i felt like i learnt an immeasurable amount, even though i didnt realise it. yes, im a slow person. i dont understand poetry. i dont understand surrealism. when i think about it, an image arises. the image represents a thin boundary between light and shadow. take something that passes by you everyday; look at it closely. there are a million distinctions within the thinnest slice of space. the boundary between light and shadow is manacing yet subtle. in this half-state, there is no death... death is reawakened to a dream. so, that’s the image i see in my favourite writing.

the drive to the other workplace is also charming. we go past some lakes with weeping williow trees. the appearance of a weeping willow is intensely poetic. but i’m working again tmr... hmphh (♯｀∧´)