Forgettable

Summer 2026, in face of Paris, Tokyohot surrendered.  Meanwhile, the goosebumps on my skin protest for a winter coat at night. Once the heat is created, sooner or later, it always finds its way back to hometown.  Were they really that hot? Probably. Nope. Certainly.

From frontline to the alternate seat.  "Call me whenever you want to quit. I'll come to help you one day or two." She smiled, put the shape of phone made by her fingers next to her right ear.  "Okay." I replied while the brain was busy with something else. She didn't left, she stood right in front of me, reaching out her arms. I reached out to her and hugged her a goodbye.  In this battlefield all alone now. What doesn't kill you make you stronger, and thinner. I could the land like a tiller in less than 10 minutes, breathing steadily afterwards. What could each time caused me backpain for one week can hurt me no more, my mind couldn't even stay on it for a second. Finally, I fell nothing, just like a bot.  In a world where self-value is equal to the digits, I won't let any easy silly simple chance of digit-growth slip away.  Enjoy your retirement, I won't call.  There are some jobs the masses despise and refuse to do even with pay, because n...

A noticeable navy Be Am Vi has been there for whole day, alone, as if it is anchored at the parking lot. Maybe series 8, that length.  So many kinds of cars in the world, that brand was chosen to stay there for me to see. Hey, I see you, I know you missed me a lot, now can go.  Drive your fucking car to fucking pick me up if you fucking miss me that much, I dare you!  Don't say that I'm being exaggerated or superstitious, they order again and again the beef I prepared yesterday until the two containers are empty.  When I finally left, it remained there, saying "C? I'll never ever go."

Through the purple lace curtain, I saw a cat sleeping in the orange sunlight, paws stretched out. What a calming moment for me. I thought of the faces of sleeping babies. How sweet!  During your sleep, can the darkness just leaves you alone for several hours? Would I see the tranquility on your face? Would you still in fight with the heavy gloom even your eyes are closed, breath is steady? If I saw you, I'd snuggle myself next to you, wrap your arm around my chest, and sleep with your heartbeat.

You see the same car brand once in the morning, you feel nothing, you see it twice, you still feel nothing, you see it three times, fourth times, When you see it for thebfifth times and more in the morning 45-minute-run-errands in town, you start to wonder since when everyone is cling to this brand as if it's the veggies on the discount sections. Even that said, you manage to convince yourself it has nothing to do with you and live your life. Something, let's call it the universe, may notice it has not cause ripples in your mind. "I gotta do more." It said. Then, one night, when you finally walk into the air you can breathe without a mask. There it is, the car,  parking right ahead of your way, lights are on, no sound of engine. "Oh my goodness, you came here? To wait for me finishing the job? That can't be, we lost contact for months, besides why would you do that?" Just in a second you manage to explain to yourself the reason you got the sparks in your...

At the second time of our-day in June—three times of our-day in June, we got our second victory.  Wait, is that your name? Nah, two letters are missing. Wait, that looks like my name, isn't it? Is it a symbolism of our names combined? Our love, scored the goal. One thing can be sure — not a coincidence. Merely another message delivered by the universe to tell me something. Something confusing, something I didn't believe in, something's existence I'm not sure of, something I had but washed away by time. Right? I couldn't help but ask: "Is that all?"

Two officially compatible colors are running at your town. Who will win? The blue me or red you? The answer is easy—the one who loves more will win.  We love each other equally. The universe saw it. But what I'm loving? There's nothing there now, not a single word. The fact you enjoy being a stranger to me us is a hard fact I've learned to accept.

I give you my deepest appreciation for that immediate sadness on your face, really. The first time I talked about my past face to face, which I never wanted to recall, yet I did it. What I didn't expect was the sad face for my eight-year isolation on the couch. If not for that, I didn't even realise it was something sad.  I laughed, tried to sooth the blue vibe. "Don't feel sad, I'm okay." I really did feel nothing when I asked the other to not feel sad about my life, as if the story told from my mouth was someone else's life, as if I just made up a clumsy joke. Should I feel something, like, sad, too?

16 scored the first goal. Not a coincidence, I bet  Thanks for your hard work on bestowing the digits meanings, now it has obviously become not a hint, not a metaphor, but a totem. See? Who scored the second goal? 9. Let's bet the third will be scored by a 6 or26. To be honest, the whole match felt like very relaxing, with no intensity. And the ball control was inconsistent. Maybe it's all because of the weather.

2026.6.9 or 9.6.2026, our day. A white "Love never fails" printed on a black shortsleeved t-shirt stood still in front of me for 21 seconds as I waited for the green light to buy a loaf of bread made in 2026.6.9 or 9.6.2026.  I was in the oversized dress that I wore eight years ago as I carried two lives. How will you interpret it? That the universe is afraid I don't get the messages I see daily that it has to show it to me directly in words I can read?

If anyone can't hold back the urge to gift me something, please don't send me flowers, sweet candies, luxurious bags, bling-bling jewellery, high-ended cars, yachts, helicopters, six-story villas ect. All I want is simply an EUV lithography machine EXE:5200C.  Let it be in charge of producing $2529 per second, so that I can focus on the beauty in life.  If anyone can't send the gift I want, then please keep the "value of time" in the pocket, to exchange some good meals or anything that can make you feel good, feel the happiness of being alive. 

Today, the white cat who always ran away when the woman approached, jumped right in front of the her, the tiny tongue reached out to lick its mouth as if the cat saw something delicious. Nah, the cat must relate the woman to the taste of the spine of an expensive fish the woman put to its feeder the other day. The white cat asked for more. Can cats remember the people who feed them? Or just the flavour of the food the got from the specific person? The cat won't always run away. The indifferent poker-face just need a to-it-liking fish to be clingy.