Death of Hipster

The comfort offered by those most hurt is often the most tender. Lai Xiangyin's ten years of aging short stories, refined like the flower of eternal life, the freedom after traversing a magical moment—of course, "wenqing" isn't a clean word these days. Consumer trends and pretentiousness have made it unpleasant. This book reclaims the word, not to defend or criticize it, but to clarify its once pure meaning. Yes, once, the meaning no longer exists, the original intention has changed, so wenqing is old, dead—
Over the years, watching the transformations of my peers, and even those younger than me, has left me feeling this way, yet I simply refuse to give up. Those who abandoned me, yesterday cannot be retained; however, those who disturbed my heart, today, need not dwell on them any longer. Bidding farewell to my fragile and confused self, and then, holding onto that little bit of purity, I continue to move forward.
"In Between Acts: A Pseudo-Review or Pseudo-Novel"
The hand of fate struck their new bodies several times, and he burst into tears. A breath of fresh air suddenly rushed into his chest. He knew with happiness but sadness that he had reunited with Nia, whom he had not seen for a long time. However, in this life, if he wanted to gain love in Nia's body, he was afraid that it would be more difficult than in his previous life.
Dusk is Coming
He discovered that the disease was similar to the hegemony they had once rebelled against: both devoured them like leeches, plundering without mercy. Where once they had been visible political parties, enemies, and assassins, now, moment by moment, they were being gnawed away by invisible disease, fate, and death. No wonder Ah Jun had fallen silent.
〈Suddenly Quiet〉
The dust is fine, the colors fade, the shapes empty. The blue sky, white clouds, green trees, red tiles, yellow cats, black dogs, and gray figures depicted in countless Tamsui sketches have drifted away with time to the sea. Twenty-first-century humanity is hurriedly rushing towards its final sunset. Love in a moment. Silence, so sudden.
Guinea Pig
We build a house, work, shop, go on outings, visit our parents, and maintain a normal routine, pretending that this family, while not necessarily blissful, is at least peaceful and stable. Can love be imitated? Love is a dangerous problem; can we avoid this danger and imitate a real life?
<appointment>
He held her, first to comfort her, then with a surge of passion, opening the gates to countless indistinguishable pain and suffering. Sighs surged like waves, then brought a peace that made them reluctant to part. This embrace was too long. He felt that she was still as young as a girl. However, the end of life was approaching. Would they walk to the end together?
〈Sun at Noon〉
She sat quietly, her neck tilted, as if a giant axe might fall at any moment, in such a beautiful place. Bright outside, chilly inside, the sound of someone waking from a nap, turning on the radio, humming and humming. She propped herself up, feeling like a stranded ship, anchored in a deserted fishing harbor...
Migration
The night wind was cold in the high building. He pulled the quilt. It was the twelfth floor. He had never thought of living in such a high place in his life. Like a bird, people say that fallen leaves return to their roots, but in the end, he and his wife chose such a high branch to live quietly.
〈Ohara〉
He stared at her, suspicious and lonely. She really didn't care about him anymore. He suddenly became angry. Didn't she know it was because of her? Ever since he fell in love with Xiao Yuan, he became a strange beast that couldn't sleep at night.
Death of a Hipster: A Fond Farewell
The Loser. Love Me, Don't Leave. My lyrics, my freaks, my Sunrise & Sunset. It's the millennium, I'm 27, rock music has the damn 27 Clubs, but I've never thought about dying. I even wanted to start over.

2016-03-10

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