The Depths Of Shallowness

Drowning, Drowning in Cynicism; Drunk, Drunk with Sentimentality; Down, Down with Love; Dunked, Dunked in Life. Desperate Discourse. Disposable Desires. Dusky Dreams. Delirium. Dignity. Despair. Doubt. Duty. Dewy Days. Divine Divide. Dump Everything that Bothers in The Depths of Defiance. 《我的快樂時代》唱爛 才領悟代價多高昂 不能滿足不敢停站 然後怎樣 All Rights Reserved ©Angeline Ang

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Tempestuous. Intense. Proud. Intellectual. Easily Bored. Consummate Performer. Very Chinese. Very Charming. Fair. Pale. Long, Curly, Black Hair. BA(Hons). Literature. Philosophy. Japanese. Law. Dense in Relationships. Denser in All Else. Brooding. Sceptical. Condescending. Daria Morgendorffer meets Kitiara Uth Matar meets Ally McBeal. Always dreamy, always cynical, always elusive. Struggling writer, artist and student, in that order please.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Hatch-The-Thought

Increasingly, there is no time, no room, no desire to say anything that is not immediate, received, or acknowledged. You want, are used to, an anticipatory audience always ready to partake in that moment of nostalgia, togetherness, activity. It can be anyone, so long as they like a status, a check-in, and better still if a comment is made.

And I’m guilty. Guilty as a hungry audience member devouring my friends’ lives vicariously; guilty of the artisan style of mysterious writing with intent to project, impress, attract, solicit and distract in a spiraling lifestyle of everyday frivolity; guilty of stalking people I just met – who are technically more acquaintances than friends - who are interesting and do not pay attention to privacy settings.

There is barely a good reason left for pondering excessively over Life when everything is so finite and so, lived in the present. It’s even harder to think when it is so noisy with newsfeeds. Once in a while, someone shares an article that is actually worthy of feeling, of thought, of discussion. And you stop to like it. And then you stop, completely. But my question is, why end here? And I answer myself by merrily opening a few more tabs on my screen to read more shared articles of note, of which I’m too impatient to savour, to be sentimental about it, and just try to hopelessly remember what I so like about it that made me almost end up doing a more permanent stop.

I still feel a lot, about a lot of things, but it’s a lot more fleeting too, barring the intensity.  It’s not something I feel proud about, yet I’m obviously not ready to work at change. You’d tell yourself it’s going along with the flow. It’s not complacency either. Just trying to work at being a better You while waiting desperately for something to happen.

Is it anything worth celebrating, when you are as lost as you were 10 years ago? Being just that bit richer and professionally accomplished does not address it.


And what do I really want, right here, right now? I would like to see Hatch again.