Sound is something beyond my life, so it is borrowed time. It doesn't completely belong to me, but there are moments when I completely belong to it. Just like throwing a stone, those moments create ripples that ripple through my life.
I also value the shape of the ripples. Personally, I don't like ripples with a great impact. I prefer slow ones. Well, throwing a stone is to hear the echo and know where the stone is. Using my brain to analyze the echo is an intelligent thing to do.
Whether or not to react after analyzing is also a choice. I can't define what I am pursuing, like a certain kind of music, because doing this is like recreating a life outside of my own life, which will never end until death. It doesn't have much meaning, but it must be done. It's better than doing drugs, and the rewards outweigh the costs.
I read what I wrote last night (above) after a night's sleep, and it's really cheesy and pretentious. Just now, I was replying to an email when A, who was sitting next to me, suddenly asked without any reason, "Why do you look so sad?" I was stunned, really? Then I lied.
Friends like A, we should both know that we won't see each other again after these few months, right? Friendship is easy, and when he saw me going to class yesterday, his face lit up like a flower.
I'm leaving.