20210507_"No one is a bad person, only different people. All encounters and separations are destiny, and more definitely lead them to other directions that belong to them."

I saw Xiao Yihui's article today -

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"I've always had a strong sense of fakes," I said. "Recently, especially when I'm writing, it's very easy to feel that the real thing is dead and I'm still alive."

"It's so deep. It's really deep." In the coffee shop seat at the same table, Bai Yan, who was afraid of the strange elbow at the next table, suddenly raised his body and leaned forward due to restraint, repeating the answer I didn't quite understand.

After it was over he took me to the stop sign because we were really on Wenzhou Street which he called the labyrinth. On the bus, I thought a little more: In fact, what really saddened me was not the fact that the real product "has died," but the fact that the real product "already existed." I'm not frustrated by the disappearance of genuine items, but by the fact that I exist after they are gone. I'm far more mean than I realize.

The fact that better works are written by others means to me not their birth, but the death of everything that resembles them.

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Hey, I guess I've lived like a fake enough for a while now.

Yesterday there was a strange moment, ex-boyfriend Z came to press my thumbs up so I went to see his current situation again, and I caught a glimpse of the band of ex-friend N on a well-known music radio show. In the stable and pleasant relationship between Z and his new girlfriend, N is determined to continue to work hard on his enthusiasm, which is their destination.

For a while, I felt that "no one is a bad person, there are only different people." All the reasons for our separation did not stem from scum or mistakes in my mouth, but were just different, and all encounters and separations were destiny, and More sure to lead them in other directions that belong to them.

And when I held an exhibition, I held a text exhibition that made me feel a little guilty, at a loss, and not sure what to do. Like a fake.

I know it's a part of me, but those pasts look like fakes, I've really been stepped on by "those", but they have nothing to do with who I am now.

It is very paradoxical. It is not difficult to handle or execute this exhibition, but to deal with the paradox of this mentality.

This is accompanied by a strong sense of death, which I have been experiencing recently, yet I understand that many people in the world spend their entire lives just in this sense of death without even realizing it. (And I think such a sense of death is happiness for them)

Too many things can easily lead to our death - or you can call this sense of death is to stop thinking, stop chasing, stop living seriously.... - Too many things can easily lead to our death, such as social software Browsing back and forth, mindless mobile games or games, accustomed to abundance and stability, ignoring the little peelings in life, a closed life shelved...

In order to escape such a sense of death, I made this exhibition, but I looked at it more and more strongly next to the sense of death, because comparing the past with the present has always been the cruelest thing.

"The former dynasty was in ruins, and the ruins were dangling in my heart,
The years are squeezed out, and the oath is unsustainable.

When it is warm and cold, it is the hardest to rest.
It's been a while since the words clanged down.
The sea and the shore are far apart, far away as if there were no waves. "

I believe that all people will fall into the same predicament again and again because of their innate presupposition, but I promise to solve it faster and more calmly every time I fall.

I still remember the first time I died violently, N picked me up, maybe the universe just wanted N to teach me how to pick me up, now it's time for me to learn it myself.