vendetta trasversale

last night was terrible. i broke my bottle of saturated chrome alum solution. omg it took me half a year to filter out the dust and saturate it. and it took me one hour to suck up anything i could save and mop away the rest.

i discovered that i must take the green 410 bus service from the bus interchange to school. not the white service. i felt addicted to take the bus to school, and so i acted upon the addiction. there was an auntie who got on, sat behind the exit, and secretly tapped her card so that she didn't have to pay the exorbitant bus fees. then, i saw another auntie doing the same thing, but this one smashed the card reader fiercely, as though daring anyone to stop her.

i don't like how some things are the way they are now. this morning, i walked past shanghui. at first i saw him, but i just looked away and walked on without a second glance. i suppose he didn't want to say anything anyway.

shirong told me that danil passed away yesterday morning. i need time to absorb that information. the problem is, i can't/don't feel anything, and i think that's really terrible. i'm scared.

i was guiding at the city hall biennale today. and i met ng yi-sheng too.

it's as though if i didn't make my presence known to you, you would treat me as invisible. and so, i must force my presence on you so that you have no choice but to notice that i'm here. are you ok?