In a city without humans the furniture sleeps. Dreaming dreams of wood & rust.

I rarely smiled when I was young.
Most of my toddler photographs are characterized by the same bewildered & slightly dumb look staring at some far-off wherever. A morose & vague girl lost in her own world.

Why the sudden spate of childhood nostalgia?
Well, I can't seem to move on in life.
I think I'm a person who is stuck in the past - trapped in my own little planet of ghosts & stardust. I pop my head out into the real world for just a tiny while & realised that it has marched on without me so I curl back into my wonderland & slowly waste away. This is the disease that I've had since young, I think.

We grow up in the city, we think like the city, we weep like the city - casualpoet

I know it's still a few weeks more, but hey, my family already had our reunion dinner! (Due in part to my dad's club restaurant voucher that he was desperate to use before expiry)

Time to keep the Christmas tree & break out the pussy willows in giant porcelain vases (I swear we decorate it in the exact same way we do up the Christmas tree, just with different ornaments). The mistletoe & cowbell ornaments are swapped with peony blossoms & the 'Merry Christmas' Santa carboard cutout replaced with 春联. It's like, to save the trouble of rethinking the decor for each season, my mum has devised a way to simply replace the existing season decoration tit-for-tat. Smooth mummy, smooth...

Being an adult is too heart-breaking,
so be a whale.