Day: July 7, 2008

Fragile, memory as green porcelain

Memory fades real quick. Just last week, I could still feel the breeze sweeping across Cottesloe beach. Perhaps it was the cold. As the cough subsides, I begin to wonder if it was just a dejavu. Thankfully, I still managed to piece together parts of the recollection, albeit in reverse order. No human faces simply because.

Note to self: Humming Jay Chou’s Qing Hua Ci can really screw with your thought-process. Such obscure lyrics, such haunting melody.