Can't type Chinese. Internet connection is broken at home, probably because of the earlier flood.
Anyway. My heart hurts and I don't know why. I'd like to borrow a line from Robert Arpin's Wonderfully, Fearfully Made
and say "I am getting better every day", but, I don't know.
Years ago, I think it was Saga who said this to Lili about me"I think she has a lot of things, but not necessarily ones she wants."
It's like...I'm missing a piece of the puzzle, and I never had it. I don't know how to communicate with peopleone of the most common feedback I got for my Chinese fics was "it's beautiful, even if I don't wholly understand it
." Even Rin said that, at some point.
And the worst part is I didn't understand why
others didn't understand it. My writing certainly contained no mystic message, no pretentious vision. In a similar vein, I could not fathom why did I hurt people, when I perceived that I had done nothing wrong, malicious, or deceitful. It's not until very recently did I start to even see the gap between my lens and the world, but I don't know how to close it.《新上海滩》
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