how to go back to when I once felt the same way

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quite life.

- Leo Tolstoy,《Family Happiness》, 1859

09

UK life

graduation

reunion

festivals

music cities pilgrimage

exhibition

the summer we had been dreaming of has past

I thought it would changed many things

but apparently nothing really changed so far....

except my uncontrollable decomposing.

still can't find motive/urge to create

(drew while staying in our desolate exhibition;

both started from several random ink pen dots..)