the impossibility of loving in our time.

A chiseled sculpture.
Will you choose to leave that embarrassment forever, or smash it with your own hands?

It's like the blood stain on the favorite dress, just a single drop has not faded away

Originally, it was like yield farming holding a stable token, a combination that would not lose money no matter how it swings in any direction. Only because I am eager for quick success for a while, will I put all my eggs in one of the short positions, and then suffer unbearable losses.

Looking forward to the opening of the market day and night, just to stare at the cold numbers that are often repeated; I can’t tell what is more absurd—whether it is the obsession with these technical indicators, or the numbness that is calm even after being cut , or like Σίσυφος has been imprisoned in the shackles of this quantification game for a long time, but is completely unaware of the absurdity?

If everything can be quantified, can everyone be valued as a fungible token; and every encounter, every touch of lightning, is no longer special?

Try to get rid of unnecessary emotions, you said, after all, the first ones to be eliminated are always impatient speculators.

L'amour n'a pas de sens, sans aimer.

I have seen through many kinds of futures I don't want, but I can't recognize the one I want.

"I am a person with no past and no future."

After hearing this, she kept laughing and took out her notepad.
"I'm going to write this line. A man without fate."

People without fate, Sophie, you understand. The tragedy of man is not that he cannot control his destiny, but that he has no desire to control his destiny. He drifts with the tide, thinking he is tenacious, but it is fleeting like a whirlpool.

"I want to make a movie about people without destiny."
Sophie showed me her first draft of the script. Sometimes we look everywhere, in Central Park, under the Manhattan Bridge. It was a quiet day, and I didn't call home, not at all.

I hope the world forgets me as soon as possible.

I went to the cafe on Wenzhou Street on the weekend.

The music in the store has changed to a different style, and the font of the signboard has a more commercial sense. On the menu are new desserts, new teas and hand-dripped coffees of different origins. It's just that the decoration of the store is completely untouched, with the same bar with high chairs, the same low wooden tables and sofas.

Just like our first date.

I guess you'll still like the shop, but maybe you'll like the old style better.
In fact, before wool and flowers appeared, this was originally another coffee shop that I had no chance to visit.
The concrete jungle itself is a gigantic organism,
The old trunk occasionally makes room for new branches.

It seems that there are many things in life that can be restarted from the beginning, but every time to restart from the beginning, it will be a period of time.

I like your frown slightly when you are concentrating on your work,
I like how you squint your childish eyes when you smile,
I like the curly hair tail that you tie up and put down at will,
Love that scarf you always wear in your backpack,
I like you softly humming the music in the coffee shop,
I like that you remember the name of the furry kid in the store,
I like that you work half way through,
Suddenly looked up at me, smirked and said you want to sleep.

I have seen in you,
Those shiny and special,
It was really everything I was looking for at the time.
But during your absence,
I know that we have each gone a long way.

May the years be quiet and peaceful, even if there is no chance to meet in the future, whenever the road is complicated, we can recognize each other's footprints along the way.

I remember some Sunday mornings.
I remember some of the sensations of waking up.
I remember early mornings in some cities.
I remember your long eyelashes.
I remember. I'm afraid I won't remember.