A Moment's Memory

In-flight

Where were we?

Oh yes... in-flight. In-transit. Remembering. Forgetting.

This is What You Are

Dream.

Dream. Not of what you are. But of what you want to be.

A singer's regrets

"Did you know that I was a zee-captain's daughter? I could have been a pilot; a merchant; or an explorer. But I ran away from sea. And now I'm stuck on the stage, until my looks give out and my voice fails."

"One life," she says, eventually. "That's all we have."

Broken Photosynthesis

Bruno's Theme

Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished

Le dîner

Beneath a sky on the verge of falling

a glimpse of other stars

Was a glimpse of other stars all they longed for?

ensemble

看过了世界，读了（太多）书。从现在只希望，和一个特别的人，在我们一起选择的生活中，共同快乐。

Ruins

Acquire a ballroom of incomparable splendour

The Wandering Earth, movie

I am probably not the intended audience for this movie as I disliked it quite a bit. The thing that irked me the most was characterization:

Yes, just as portrayed in the movie, human beings are capable of compassion, kindness, cooperation, and even self-sacrifice while working towards a common goal. But these are not revelations or keen observations of human nature.

A Metamorphosis

Magdalene's

"The staff at Magdalene's promise treatments for the deleterious effects of the High Wilderness: loneliness, desperation, folly, regret, love."

Advanced Wistful Stargazing

"This book contains comprehensive maps of the night sky, charts the patterns of several known comets, and speculates on the existence of other celestial bodies not yet perceived by kith eyes.

The author's tone is supportive and kind, encouraging those with a passion for the stars to nurture their curiosity and find deeper understanding of themselves in the vast unknown.

The maps might be useful to someone. The lesson might be useful to everyone."

"The softest of rains falls in the street..."

Does anything happen in these books?

itemised

"It is what a different postwar theoretical philosophy called redemption; all these insignificant moments of an insignificant daily life are here redeemed, by the ordinary, undistinctive sentences which write them down. They have not been transformed, or lent some higher meaning; they remain what they were before, transient and of no particular interest. Nor are they lifted into the timeless eternity of classical literature, posterity and the canon: you can dip into them wherever you like and they will not be any more quotable..."

"...this ‘being-for-the-reading-other’ makes for a new kind of otherness"