I miss Paris Métro. I miss our futile attempts to read the Métro map. I miss Parisians' effortlessly chic outfits and modernistic ads that oddly harmonize with dim, historic stations. I miss taking photos of approaching trains. I miss the feel of déjà vu in old, metallic trains. I miss the amicable chuckles as we mispronounced the stations. I miss the days when my biggest troubles were figuring out where, when and what to explore at Paris. I miss myself.
安静的文艺片 机器人的感情认知 宕机是自我选择 - he's fine if there's nothing in the end. 他已经体验过种种感情需要与被需要终究归于虚无I wanna be just like a melody, Just like a simple sound, like in harmony. I wanna be just like the sky, Just fly so far away to another place. To be away from all, to be one of everything. I wanna be just like the wind, Just flowing in the air through an open space. I wanna be just like the sea, Just swaying in the water so to be at ease.