"I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can."
I’d like to write a book about the whole world. I’d like to collect small stories from people all over the world and then make them into a big human diary. There is a phrase that I’ve heard, “tapping into the subconscious”. Perhaps it is time to tap into the global subconscious, roam deep inside the human minds that constitute the planet.
"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he’ll eventually make some kind of career for himself as a writer."
— Ray Bradbury
"If I’m trying to sleep, the ideas won’t stop. If I’m trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness."
— Carrie Latet
“There is a magic to writing, to being messy and going beyond the boundaries of lines. The scent of ink, the touch of paper, the crease as a page is turned and the backs of hundreds of words running through the neural networks in your head. It’s an experience that kisses the boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness. It is a place where colours and people contort, where imagination is translated into a raw line sketch”.
Dear, our lives are intertwined. See you in the future.
Sometimes while you’re in class, there comes a thought that bothers you for like 60 seconds—”I wanna go home to sleep and quit schooling”. You always have that blank stare at your teacher pretending you are listening to him/her. At the end of the day, it is still you that end up losing.
After leaving the portals of your dear Alma Mater, you are in your office desk and later will hate the everyday office routine. You realize you wish school isn’t over yet and you are still on that well-pressed school uniform. Suddenly, you miss loitering at the school lobby with classmates. You miss the random nonsense talk with classmates and the boisterous laughs. You miss being 15-minute punctual for class to have time for talks just about anything. You miss answering the enumeration-type of exams. You miss being scolded by your school professors when you’re caught chitchatting with seatmates. You miss them all.
Thank you so much to my dear Professor, Maam cleo for everything. It was nice to see you. It was nice to see school again.