Looked at old pictures. I don't recognize my old self anymore, my old life. It is gone ( Read more... )

       Eureka! The secret of happiness is to live with a fine line between work and play. Eureka! Eureka! Now to be a child forever, but only through work. What a fantastic way to stay in Neverland, Eureka! Eureka!

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My soul is old, like the depths of rock and roll. A sad song, like a gust of wind drifts in my ears and I am reminded of the many colorful adventures of my youth. I remember the passion. I remember the risk ( Read more... )

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What is the concept of aesthetically perfect and will I ever attain it?

I do not have fun anymore. I used to enjoy making art but now I do not. Because I think my work is not perfectly rendered.

It is not realistic.

I was never really conscious of the things I eat until I got food poisoning last week. I got it from an egg I ate served with instant noodles ( Read more... )