Looking at the photos of the past, thinking of yesterday, thinking of yesterday's yesterday, and infinite yesterdays, it seems that it is fleeting in the blink of an eye.
Recently, my thoughts have increased, and I went back and forth between classrooms, residences, and urban areas. I know that I have returned to a calmer state once again. "Mumbai Diary" also suddenly gave me a strong urge to record. When I was on the bus, I thought: In fact, many times in the world, we know that life is impossible to be perfect, but in order to achieve some possible perfection, we choose We have found some ways that we like to prove that we are alive. While leaving these living evidences, we are trying our best to find these evidences, yours or his, so as to make ourselves feel the beauty of existence. Photography is a way of being and not being, just in your heart. Taking pictures seems to be an indispensable thing in life. We record and express our feelings through photos, and then use this as a basis to be satisfied. Humans are animals that live by imagination. In fact, more often, these evidences help us reach the intersection of memory and imagination at some point. Your camera is no longer important, your taste is no longer important, your words are no longer important, everyone has the right to record, and a piece is the most beautiful photo.
Today, I went to the police station to apply for a new ID card. The air in the old city is full of raised dust. All kinds of trucks are clamoring to pass by. I am very panicked. The whole body was uncomfortable, and for a moment, I felt suffocated and just wanted to escape. At that time, I really felt that a person was uncomfortable, and the world seemed to abandon you immediately.
Fortunately, it was much better after returning home. Especially after reading this Bombay Diary, I found some resonance. Should I also start documenting things about this city and leave some evidence behind? Just like writing down those secrets on the beach, everything was sealed by the sea
in a flash, and there were lights outside the window. I wanted to go out for a walk, but it was already early morning. I'm used to staying here, just like this city, I began to slowly put away my heart. I know the advantages and disadvantages of this matter. The advantage is that I can do something calmly and think at ease; the disadvantage is that I fall into loneliness again, changing lonely. Hope I can fix this.
Who knows, in the past events in the village of time, are there any letters like the videotape, sent or not sent, sealed or opened one day, and
met at a certain point in time, that feeling must be Very good, just like Arun and Yasmin in the film, but to miss is to miss, and encounter is destined to be missed. You have one more friend or lover in your life, and beauty is in the process of meeting. It's like writing down those secrets on the beach, everything is temporarily sealed by the sea until you forget it yourself.
Or like Shai, who fell in love with Arun because of the intersection of inspiration and a night of joy, or like Munna who fell in love with Shai, it is deep wishful thinking, not because of not wanting to welcome new feelings, but because love is uncontrollable. From this, you will think of some people about yourself, some people and things you have missed, and finally you will slowly relax. It turns out that the world is the same, and you are not the only one who is so unfortunate. I hope this so-called misfortune can make us grow up earlier. , and face it frankly.
After a long time now, when I get along with people alone, I realize that I have finally gotten used to being alone, and I know how to treat a person better than before. This is very good, and I have become docile. Every time I listen to the FM radio station, there are occasionally one or two particularly good articles. I will especially think of doing something to make myself fit a certain mood. Is it also playing my own game? I have been playing with myself. .
Anyway, thanks for those who missed out, and for those who are coming, looking for evidence while leaving evidence, hoping that evidence is: all evidence of love.
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