Leapdragon 2016 - Aron Hsiao Was Here

Thou speakest, but thy words—are as the air—  §

Living is sad

Life, too

Once upon a time, I was an English student in an English department reading and writing about a lot of literature and watching a lot of films and thinking that someday I’d be teaching the stuff.

I miss that. I don’t know whether it’s the subject matter that I miss, or the age that I was, or the campus that I lived on, or the particular zeitgeist so different from now. But I miss something.

Or I have missed something.

Right now it’s impossible to tell which is the case.

After a while, people become abstractions.

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything other than nonfiction.