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Shenzhen is the Window of the World.
What I mean to say is, Shenzhen is the theme park that boasts of 130 reproductions of tourist attractions packed in 48 neat hectares of land.
I waltz from the 354 foot tall Eiffel tower (that is 4352 Iphone 11s stacked from the plasticene floor) to the Taj Mahal that touches my shoulders. David stares sternly at me from the left and a Phra Mae Thorani made from Sulphate Resisting Cement smiles playfully from the right. I try to navigate this world, but I keep on getting lost. The skyscrapers that lay beyond the circumference of the Wonders of The World keep on melting into each other. They shift in and out of each other like a mirage appearing and disappearing before me in a desert, until I don’t know which one is the Ping An Financial Center and which one is the leaning tower of Pisa.
So, I walk and I walk. Between this hodgepodge of cyberpunk modernity and these parodies of the past that seem to mock the city itself. Because it really doesn’t matter if you are living in the most advanced era of civilisation that human kind had ever seen, some outsourced migrant Alien will reduce your supposed apex of being into this bite-sized diorama that other Aliens can see and experience for 30 USD (United Space Dollars).
May 26, 2024
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sometimes I dissociate in public and am reminded of the rollercoaster parks I built as a 10-year old tycoon on a dell desktop computer. This often happens when I’m in crowds or see overflowing garbage cans, or when I view a large expanse of land from up above, like out the window of a plane about to land. We’re all little ants. 🐜
Jun 30, 2024
I’m in Paris rn which is similar to NYC in many ways, but wildly different from it in others—in big ways (dif language) and small (the bottle caps on plastic water bottles all uncrew and then flip up instead of screwing off). International travel is still somewhat new to me so I’m always excited to see the different ways people live all over the world due to their history or climate or geography. For instance, never seen a toilet like this before, doesn’t exist in my reality but it does here.
Mar 29, 2024
when walking in the world and you see a place that makes you think: What goes on in there!?
Mar 27, 2024
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It’s easy to condemn the world of QR code menus, HR talk, and big-box stores as bleak. It’s a reflex to be revolted by the sterile dust that now seemingly coats every corner of the Western World. Blue pill or Red Pill, I guess. When the only alternative seems to be outright populism. There seems to be a lethargic and sneering shadow that nips the heels of every passer-by. Isn’t easy to be ironic. Isn’t it easy to hold an air of apathetic sardonicism. Isn’t it easy to curse the cage we are locked in, only to tighten the bars in fear of what lies beyond. If Emily Dickson claims that “hope” is the thing with feathers, I wonder what she will make of the bird who clipped its own wings. Be brave, I think. Take courage to revolt against the programmed norm to hate and to despise. See beauty in the perfect cubes of Chocolate Milk cartons, find humour in the abrupt slopes of beer bellies. You haven’t even lost your skin elasticity yet, maybe you should just go fly a kite.
Apr 17, 2024
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one should treat smoking with the same temperment as eating meat, grotesquely decadent if done daily. sumptuous and graceful if they are intaken sporatically with intent.
this of course excludes railway workers, who should huff and puff to their hearts content.
Apr 10, 2024
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Melbourne
East Asian
Drinks sometimes
Smokes sometimes
Photo 1:
Me, at the beach. Hands shielding my eyes from the Bondi sun. Maroon-stained lips pursed into a slight smile. I’m wearing a black camisole with a lace trim here. Here’s my body. It’s ok right. I’m not flaunting too hard either, its not sterile nor promiscuous. Not prudent nor slutty. Maybe an 8 on a good day.
Prompt 1:
Looking for the Q to my Anon.
I’m funny aren’t I. I’m curt, though not really. Get it, get it, get it?
Look
Photo 2:
Casino
If anything, it’s a critique of our opulent hungry society. One more drink, one more bump, one more spin. Jesus Christ you’re so insufferable.
Prompt 2:
Photo 3:
Blah, blah, blah
Prompt 3:
Blah, blah, blah
I hope you want me. I hope you need me. I hope you think that I’m different. Though not that different to be strictly unapproachable. I’m self-aware, I think. I don’t know what I think, I just hope you like me.
I’m commodifying myself to be diced and served in 3 courses. I think about you thinking about me. Gay son or thought daughter. Thought the thot daughter.
I can be the answer to the male loneliness epidemic. I can fix you, make you whole.
You like Kaufman? Pynchon?
Haha. You’re such a loser. God, you’re so fucking annoying. God, I need you. Though I can find another one of you in less than 10 swipes.
We’re so different from everyone else, aren’t we.
We are just like everyone else.
You. Me.
Tu.
Are you scared of silence? Did you feel the temperature dropping 10 degrees when the sun kissed the moon? I’m scared of silence too. Not because I’m such a tortured genius that I’m too small of a vessel to hold all of my erudite neuroticism. Not, really. In fact, I’m more like a birthing mother.
Not much lactation going on. No milk for my baby. My baby who was so snug and warm in my womb of noises. Of Colgate ads and affirmation reels, of the James Joyce that I’ll never finish, of the refrigerator’s vibration of the “I just cleared my to do list but you’re added to it”. The comforting cacophony of nothingness is gone now. Here comes the silence.
I’m worried. I worry you; you worry me. I worry that I’ll never know what the difference between fear and anxiety is.
I’m pressing my nose against the window now; my breath is fogging up everything. I think I see my profile popping up in your discovery page. Like me please. Please. Please. Please.
I don’t know. Maybe I’ll give this sincerity thing a shot.
Words I like:
Salacious. It’s scandalous and juicy
Apr 9, 2024