Tonight, I will take my guitar to a new friends' house. As well as playing some of the classical guitar pieces that I always play, I've printed off the chords and lyrics to some pop and folk songs that I think he'll like.

There's a lyric in Going Nowhere by Oasis that says:

I'm gonna be a millionaire
so can you take me there
wanna be wild
cause my life's so tame

When I was 16 and hearing these songs, I would daydream about an unknown date when I would be performing them, or something of my own of a similar power. Now however, it is a privilege just to know that these songs exist.

In "Amadeus," Salieri describes an early work by Mozart as being "filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing."

The book that I'm currently starting to write begins with a scene that is largely based on memory, but almost everything about the memory I find indescribable. The 2 solutions I can think of are to either be deliberately unfathomable, as in 'la filia che piange' by TS Eliot; or to be minimalistic about what one chooses to describe.

I'll attempt both, and let time sort out which is better.

This is It

I'm doing it. I'm going to write creatively again. The first scene of my new...thing... is at a funeral, I don't really know much after that. You heard it here first.

I'm in Hunan, Changde now. Everything's too new to really have, let alone express opinions yet. And most pleasent experiences I find unbloggable, so from this day forward, No News is good news.

But I will occasionally need a window to shout through, and express things that wouldn't be appropriate to express on my Chinese blog so you'll be hearing from me here again.