Words of Innocence and Experience

It’s been a long time since I posted anything on this blog. I had been lazy in the previous semester and wrote on my Chinese blog and BBS board instead.

However, I suppose I’ve always suffered from a bout of “graphomania,” as termed by Kundera, the urge to write books. I tried to analyze the reasons for my obsession with being an author and came up with some explanations.
Firstly, I need to write things down so that forgetting them will not worry me. Secondly, similar to what Kundera says in The Unbearable Lightness of Being, I only have this life to live. Thus, I personalize and beautify things even though I’m quite certain that most of them are merely coincidences. Writing them down grants them a curious air of significance.

Many things happened to me last semester, some of which are sublime to me. Having experienced inexplicable, traumatic incidents, I’m like the ancient mariner who needs to have his stories heard; in my case, read.

After finding proper pseudonyms for the people I encountered, I may start writing. Stay tuned~ (Hopefully, I won’t break the promise).