May
31
2004
I’m sitting on the floor of living room in the old apartment. Everything is cleaned out except memories.
It’s actually the first year I started to live on myself. Life is not as tough as I’d imagined; it’s not easy, either.
I can’t see the future [ I am myopic ], but I do possess the old days. Bye, 519 N 20th ST.
bye…
因此想到一个问题，到底是旧的不去所以新的不来，还是新的不来所以旧的不去，还是这本来就没有先后？不管是新的住处，新的生活或者是其他的什么
舍弃了旧的不是一定就有了新的，有了新的也未必真正放得下旧的。这世上本没有先后，分得人太多了，也就有了先后。