Why am I blogging when I have so many things to do?
I also don't understand.
Sometimes I just have dozen of things that I feel I won't be able to understand.
Or should I even attempt to understand?
Oh I sound like the Taiwan comic artist Jimmy now.
His works are always filled with a tint of sadness nowadays.
Did something happen to him?
I remember him writing about happy things in his first few books.
But, now, no more.
“大树人越长越高，
有一天他会高过一间小房子，
高过一栋小楼房，
高过一座小山。
但是他的心永远停留在
小时候听莫扎特时那个幸福的时刻。”
--几米 《失乐园：寂寞上场了》
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