could you love me? he asked. i looked at him in amazement. yes, i said because i was drunk. sort of. later in the morning, when i woke up to go to school, i opened up my inbox. you’ve got mail. all it read was good morning! i tried to recall last night but all i could think of was a letter that i wrote in the middle of the night. i almost felt sorry because it wasn’t meant for him. oliver. maybe in another lifetime.
today was a really long day. but thanks to the email i recieved in the morning it passed by quickly. i had classes until five pm. but i couldn’t stop smiling. i smiled all day long, people around me did not understand. and i do not want them to. why should they? they cannot.
last night at least ten of my professors were at the same bar as me, shooting pool. it felt strange but then i realized i couldn’t care less. it’s my life. another story. before they left they waved at me from the distance. when i looked at them from the back, i realized they weren’t capable of walking in a straight line. i had to laugh. my professors.
the band played my cherie amour for me again. they must be fucking tired of that song. but i know i’m not. it’s always the same story, the same looks, the same dancing and smiles. i found myself a paradise but every time it just kicks me as if to remind me that there’s a certain reality to which i have to go back. but it’s worth it each time.
i can see it on your face that you have a problem.
cultural sanitary napkin: amateour photographs of daily life in hong kong by janice tsui.