7.4.2009
This photograph instantly reminded me of solitary nights in Hong Kong when I would walk in front of my block and just watch the inhabited squares of a nearby building.  It amused me to see a square light up, a figure enter the space and live their normal lives right in front of my eyes.  It was especially fascinating to see kids run around, sometimes straight to the glass window to look at the world outside, completely unaware of a girl looking straight back at them. (Photo from jingc)

This photograph instantly reminded me of solitary nights in Hong Kong when I would walk in front of my block and just watch the inhabited squares of a nearby building.  It amused me to see a square light up, a figure enter the space and live their normal lives right in front of my eyes.  It was especially fascinating to see kids run around, sometimes straight to the glass window to look at the world outside, completely unaware of a girl looking straight back at them.

(Photo from jingc)

Notes
6.20.2009
"The point of marriage is not to create a quick commonality by tearing down all boundaries; on the contrary, a good marriage is one in which each partner appoints the other to be the guardian of his solitude, and thus they show each other the greatest possible trust. A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development. But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky."
— Rainer Maria Rilke (via psychotherapy)
Notes
5.24.2009

This is the phase of my life that embodies the phrase “mixed emotions.”  I am happy to be going back home, I am sad to be leaving.  There is an innumerable amount of things to look forward to, and so many people I’ll be missing.  Weekends, runs, movies, drives, dinners, conversations.  There is a lot to miss.

It is very peculiar that at this juncture, I find myself alone.  No matter how hard I try to explain to anyone or however much I write here, how these final moments feel is sacredly mine and mine alone.  Hong Kong, Maine, California.  It’s been a while since I’ve had a hearty goodbye.  But of course, as my eldest brother put it a long, long time ago, “It’s not goodbye, it’s just see you later.”

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