>I clicked it off and tried to read This Earth of Mankind, by Pramoedya Toer, a novel Katie had recommended to me. I had just started it and had been enjoying it, but now I couldn’t lose myself in the story. The words crowded together before my eyes and refused to make any sense. –Ha Jin, The Boat Rocker
>What we call pleasure in fact contains all suffering, since it arises from attachment. Only thanks to the existence of the poet and the painter are we able to imbibe the essence of this dualistic world, to taste the purity of its very bones and marrow. —Natsume Soeseki, Kusamakura
Asian Gorl is a duelist.. well no, a dualist! A woman of two paradigms, calmly interposed, interchanging, interwoven, multitudinous, and cyclic! This of course we know as the tachi symbol, the eternal ebb and flow of elements survived by a culture of Buddhist monks. All art is a gamble which conjures epiphany and resolution, life is a conflict; a circle of struggles which produce newer and hierarchical sublimities that must be further overcome...
>The fact of the matter is that the realms of poetry and art are already amply present in each one of us. Our years may pass unheeded until we find ourselves in groaning decrepitude, but when we turn to recollect our life and enumerate the vicissitudes of our history and experience, then surely we will be able to call up with delight some moment when we have forgotten our sullied selves, a moment that lingers still, just as even a rotting corpse will yet emit a faint glow. Anyone who cannot do so cannot call his life worth living. –Natsume Soseki, Kusamakura
Those ancient Daoists which reign on the outer ring of culture... surveying man and his nomadic hunt for meaning... Asian Gorl spies seuss from the heavenly garden; coated in a royal cheongsam, and hair neatly fastened in a bun. Beguiled by seuss' tenuous, tentative wit, and slight apperception for the spiritual world, she descends into treachery! Slowly, her insanity persuades peers into believing seuss' plight for interracial sex! seuss cannot see spirits, or even hear them nearby, but his faint sense of E.S.P. has pleased the gods; it's shown them a world in which a snake may become a king...
>I turned. The voice was familiar but I didn’t recognize the man: thirtyish, bigger than me, with morose gray eyes and colorless blond hair to his shoulders. His clothes—shaggy tweeds; rough shawl-collared sweater—were more suited for a muddy country lane than a city street; and he had an indefinable look of privilege gone wrong, like someone who’d slept on some friends’ couches, done some drugs, wasted a good bit of his parents’ money. –Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
seuss... is a scraggly, swarthy hobo! A man who could use a good shower and a haircut. seuss' lifestyle has taken a turn for the worst.. his hygiene directly affected by his gift! His grasp on the invisible other world guides his steps with effect and nuance, however irregular! This talent the audience knows as extra-sensory perception. His sense of E.S.P. provides a humbling charm, a magnetic prosthesis which supports an already addled mind. It should be grievous that Asian Gorl's love can be belied by that vagabond seuss. That he could trick a woman so bejeweled as our fair goddess, Asian Gorl!
seuss drags his cigarette off the piano coaster, running his fingers across the key of C. A slight melody rings in the ashen air! Reminiscent of Chopin's etude! All this, in a single brief moment! The doorbell has rung, as he is lifted and already in agency to its answer; the visitors await their recognition! A saunter, an amble, the door. The tumblers fall into place, the knob unfastens... a brief, subtle creak!
"Hello?"
"I am here to see seuss, is this you?"
Twelve thirty in the afternoon. Asian Gorl's arrived on time!
Wait, wait, wait. That's not how I wanted to describe it!
At the piano desk, seuss smokes idly. Feeling nostalgic over halcyon days. In his erratic fantasy, the suspense swells into a bubble of ignorance! His mind racing, journeying at the speed of light to piece together a romance with Asian Gorl. As he delves deeper into this entourage of fabrication, the doorbell rings. A snort, and scatterbrained grunt awakens the addled seuss, as his fingers press upon the piano keys, giving him leverage in rising from the table. Walking towards the door, seuss fingers drag across keys, each procession more significant than the last, highlighting Chopin's Etude in C, "Revolutionary!"
He stumbles towards the door with a dumbfounded grace, unbuckling locks and unfastening knobs as fast as possible! The truth on the other side of his door encroaching like a specter! As he opens the door, he surveys a woman, aged maturely and very sumptuously built! Asian Gorl greets him with delight and enthusiasm, although seuss' visage is less than confident...
Yes! It was very crowded on the bus! I don't even think she noticed--or, maybe she just pretended she didn't notice?
Isaiah Davis
I like those exploits... one time I was on the train and my penis was rubbing up against Caucasian Gorl! It was crowded... she was smiling at me when she got off the car, but boy, was I embarrassed!