Forty-seven things I want to remember before going blind

Kiley 2022-04-21 09:02:49

I want to remember every piece of myself with a stubborn appearance at the corners of my mouth
I want to remember every thank you for brushing my shoulders with death
I want to remember every piece of text
I left behind I want to remember every city
I walked alone I want to remember every companionship I have gone through a period of chance encounters
I want to remember every summer rainstorm that got wet and dried
I want to remember the taste of every snack I tasted with my heart I want to remember
the feedback of every hard work

I want to remember the first time I hugged a boy I want to remember the madness
of kissing a man for the
first time. I want to remember the excitement of wearing high heels for the
first time. I want to remember the apprehension of having a period for the first time.
I want to remember the surprise of being praised for the
first time. The sweetness of receiving a love letter
I want to remember the grievance of being wronged for the first time


I want to remember my childhood when my mother cut out the apple with a star in the middle
I want to remember every place marked on the map
I want to remember every time you called my name Seriously
I want to remember the tearful excitement when I saw the train coming in for the first time





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I want to remember the shape of the rainstorm on a summer afternoon
I want to remember the dust flying in the light of the evening
I want to remember how my lover kissed and hugged
me I want to remember how impatient

you looked. I will miss the elephant I saw when I was 10 years old.
I will miss him being so stubborn in Kafka's pictures.
I will miss all the words
I know from the books I read. Disappearing like a

carousel , a bizarre kiwi cut in half and a
The apple eats to the last remaining apple core
A glowing highway lined with plane trees
A city marked on a map and a tear-clear lake The cockroach glimpsed before

going to bed and the one
you see when you open your eyes in the morning Zhang spider web photo of me when
I was seven years old shoes when I got lost for the first time
and who in the end turned off the whole starry sky and made me shed

tears the speed of dragonflies and dragonflies and the flying speed of the gust of
wind whipped up the sand and raised the fog
a blank canvas
me I've seen a house shaken by an earthquake On a very fine sunny day
Travel souvenirs fall and cause exclamation
How a screw slowly loosens and then a hole appears
I don't hate the beach and I've seen
a person coughing loudly on the
beach Lemony Rainbow jelly When
barefoot through a pile of mud A
glider crib
I suspect I too have seen a pair of wings
A hat in the shape of a complex head A ticket with
my hands clenched
There are four words on it The destination makes me smile
I have seen those four words with my own eyes, like
a black carved fence,
encircling a twilight terrace
, there is a man showing love below,

I must remember them all
because I am afraid that one day someone will ask me out loud
and look at me Invisible eyes
I will softly say I can't see
but I remember all

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Extended Reading
  • Lenny 2021-12-25 08:01:31

    Extremely literary and artistic, the structure is the combination of Eva's apocalyptic narration, soundtrack, uneasy shots and stop-motion photos. There are a few short points for Ewan: He is a cook, rides a mountain bike, and has a hoodie, and it is difficult to sleep with people around him. A beautiful apocalyptic movie, it has one of the most beautiful endings I've ever seen and Imo, Ewan is the best kisser ever

  • Dolores 2022-03-27 09:01:12

    The horror atmosphere of the interlaced documentary drama is quite good, and the silence part in the back section is also handled well. But it's a bit of Gu Ying's self-pitying show (that passionate scene and meaningless dew point), and the two people's feelings are taken for granted, their so-called "love" is basically making love crazy

Perfect Sense quotes

  • James: Well, shall we call it a night?

    Michael: I don't know what the fuck we should call it.

  • Michael: Now, you can invite me back to your place.

    Susan: Don't know if I will.

    Susan: Well, you-you can just start walking home... and I'll follow you.

    [Susan smiles and starts walking. Michael smiles and follows. Susan stops, looks back, sees Michael following and laughs. Michael also laughs]