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I look at myself in the mirror.

and asked.

"Who is he?"

I do not have an answer yet.

and there need not be an answer at this stage.

I have time to shape the person in the mirror.

Am I going to live this life like businessmen running a business?
or
Am I going to live this life like a government officer running a government?
or
Am I going to live this life like I am an actor, acting on roles that pose on me?
or
Am I going to live this life like an artist making an artwork, probably his masterpiece?

Yes, I am going to live my life like an artist creating a piece of artwork.

Shouldn't life be an art , instead of being a life?

十月

已經到了十月了
還是老樣子
中秋嘛國慶嘛也只不過是日曆上的紅日
照亮了我那不想上班的心

十月的秋風吹在面上,
喚醒了從前上學的感覺.
那時穿著校服在早上七時出門的氣味.
到了今天氣味依然,
有些事情的確是不會變的
就像這氣味一樣.

氣味帶領我進入回憶之中
就在那早上的七時穿越一次時空.
然後
一輛巴士駛過把我拉回現在.
追趕著那漫無目的的工作.