Wednesday, April 18, 2012


it is so easy to be drowning in somebody else's stories, especially those happened century or centuries ago and in which, irresistible elegance of noble manner and the sophistication of fashion are involved.
oh dear, I am so old. I am so willingly sinking into nostalgia, though I perfectly aware that the early years of my own past has nothing so cherishable, related with material comfort and beauty.

it seems always a great struggle to me, whenever I try to put myself together and start to work.

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