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photo credit: Remedios Varo, Dolor Reumático I, 1948
Originally written using my phone, in the dark, at 1:53 AM, 22/11/2020
Let's just say...after 10-ish years of romanticising, fantasising and entertaining the notion of death, I have now finally turned myself into a (fictional) ghost at the summer of age 22.
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你看，你看啊 / 夏天是冰做的 / 我竟從不知道
整個四月都是她的回光返照。
我的成就是 / 伴隨著幾小時的塑料雨夜 / 虛假絮語和橡膠磁帶 / 在電腦上碼出一些 / 村頭廁所衛生紙
Since I've finally graduated, here is a parody of Sylvia Plath's Lady Lazarus depicting my (painful) years stuDying at uni. Apologies in advance to Miss Plath for destroying her work - but she's always welcomed to haunt me in the style of Catherine Earnshaw x
alt title: "綠色的死期" If you wonder how I'd connect the sweet "glutinous rice balls" to the theme of "macabre" - watch me x
