「 Geography is destiny. 」 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 「 The world is the kiln. We are the clay. 」 Yet in whose hands were we shaped, ours?
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早前從她的限時動態刷到她最近所畫的咖啡館，另類的名字讓我好奇地點進看了他們播文的相片。那熟悉的後巷門口，被植物蓋得滿滿的雙層排屋，我想起當時他在服務預約的晚餐後所聊起的未來。時隔兩年再走上那坡路，經過廚房大門揮手打了個招呼， “我去隔壁速寫！” 。話說已好久沒遇上這麼溫馨的咖啡屋，加上唯一的空座就那麼幸運的對著吧檯。這空間舒適得可以在作畫的當下來個中場休息的 time-out，走到隔壁打擾另一位匠人的廚房。 “進來坐！這裡沒人會咬你！” 。 “不好意思啦，我沒預約~” ，我尷尬著說。一而再地在這兩邊穿梭，一邊聽故事，一邊聊 kitchen-ware。後知原來在幾年前和這兩位咖啡屋的主人碰過面，只是不相識。不奇怪，我連在漁村巧遇老闆都頓時認不出來，my bad。 “我要關火了，你吃了麼？我煮給妳吃。你想吃什麼？” 。最後加個意外 'surprise me' 的共餐口福，今天一來一回的四躺捷運和兩趟公車，值了。值了這沒約好的小聚。值了這沒預期的談話。值了這純順其的當下。
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Goldfish Lim (@goldfishlim) 原來魚一直以來所說的想要正式錄音，是在她的音樂室裡錄音～ 當時她說在洗不完的杯子當下寫了一首歌，讓我聽聽demo。 “我 「想」你知道” 和 “我 「想你」知道”， 她說唱得有點膩了。但聽的人聽不膩唄～ 我還在等時機投稿這單曲的封面設計。 *p/s: 在 “我 「想」你知道” 與 “我 「想你」知道” 之間， 一個像是猜測，一個像是期待。有很多事當時不問， 過了一段日子後卻想知道。而有些事也因為那時不 問， 現在已沒資格或身份再想知道。也許不知道也是個答案。 看着你的信息 我想了一夜 想起那天我们 又回到从前 你的喜怒哀乐 当初为什么我 没听见 找了借口问你 过得还好吗 假装若无其事 说体面的话 还提醒自己你 曾给我的心 已属于他 我和你 不再说那天 只是为何 又会重现 继续下去的条件 是要我放下对你的眷恋 可不可以知道你也曾 像我想你一样但又隔着距离 是否 可以 告诉我你也曾不想轻易放弃 可不可以知道你也曾 像我想见你但又不能靠近 是否 可以 告诉我你也曾想坚持下去 可不可以知道你也曾 不知不觉才懂是感情 是否可以知道 你也曾像我现在这样 可不可以 借个理由问你 最近还好吗 装做毫无情绪 说客套的话 还提醒自己 你的心 比我早已给了他 我对你 ...
It is said that man walked the land, one day realising the impression they left behind on wet soil instilled an imagination that the moisturised sediments could be shaped and dried. On whether this occurred before or after the discovery of fire, I do not know. If it is to be of the former, I wonder if just by leaving it for dry would do any good. If not made a vessel, perhaps a decorated ornament of sorts. Did our ancestors only figured mud as functional storage after settling down, having enough of a nomadic pursue in certain regions? Hunters to store meat and fat, gatherers to preserve and ferment. I am getting ahead of myself here discussing clay from an anthropological approach. "Too wet cannot, too dry cannot. Too fast cannot, too slow cannot." , was a phrase I jokingly came up with while wedging on my second week of pottery apprenticeship. A crude phrase that I believe enc...
I recall the 'Dreamweaving' days. Learn it on notepad.exe, save it as index.html, upload onto a root server, pray it'll render on Internet Explorer as planned. Not forgetting the fake CSS stylesheet and lines by manually inserting HTML styling syntaxes to each page. Today, in the course of troubleshooting Blogspot's theme and page backends, the 'A.I.' compiler proved its efficiency in guiding codes. Well, given that we know the right questions. Else, provided that we learn to ask the right strings of questions. Its process leading to a desirable outcome despite missed attempts are rewarding, if ever compared to the manual research of resource browsing, filtering, and formulating. Yet we should be cautioned that learning via 'conversations' with 'A.I.' engines are better retained, only if questions were treated with curiosity instead of convenience (for which I am often guilty of ...