Penelope And Her Guest

"As she listened on, her tears flowed and soaked her cheeks,
as the heavy snow melts down from the high mountain ridges
snow the West Wind piles there and the warm East Wind thaws
and the snow, melting, swells the rivers to overflow their banks
-- so she dissolved in tears, streaming down her lovely cheeks,
weeping for him, her husband, sitting there beside her."

- Homer, The Odyssey

My Chinese name:

劳逸

zhang laoshi fei chang gan xie

BLAAAARGGHH

No time to type coherently... midterms... must... get back... to...


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_grammar

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generative_grammar

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simplified_Chinese_characters

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Phonetic_Alphabet


there is... another... sky... walk... errrrrrr.

Avoiding picking at scabs.

Awkwardly noticing the surroundings years later.

That you live thousands of miles away.

That there is a kitten in the room, and that she is most likely pregnant.

That Japanese have a propensity for folding things and take offense easily.

That sitting in your room alone in a city of millions is unbelievably comforting.

Finally surmounting cynicism, hoping to not to descend on the same side.

Sensing those eyes on me every day.

Shalabi Effect - On the Bowery