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There are many things that one wants to do, to learn, to accomplish something and to live. Racing, completing, and leaving their marks in history, but sooner or later, they will come to the realization that life is just a test that is full of ridiculously difficult problems with awfully limited choices and a very short time limit. We make mistakes or pick the wrong choice, and once they are written in life, they are impossible to fix. We are incapable to go back in time. Maybe that’s why we do drugs, drink alcohol, or anything that will result with intoxication and hallucination as a remedy to dilute our memories, the memories that cannot be forgotten until our deaths. And then,… they will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
There are many things, people, places written everywhere in my journal of life. I want to put these memories, the memories that define me, into a physical media. And the most basic form of communication is picture. There’s no language barrier, just an emotion erupts from inside. A chemical reaction that is universal to all of us. It’s not Shakespeare or Lizst. It’s just a feeling that you get from looking at them, and that feeling, is the message that I want to express to you - In the pitch black of darkness, tragedies endlessly repeated themselves to satisfy desires. The lust for conquest making people bend to your will. We are all slaves to this ecstasy. We, the superior breed of beast, are not here to live, we are just here to kill time.
Gary To, Dec 15th, 2006
There are many things that one wants to do, to learn, to accomplish something and to live. Racing, completing, and leaving their marks in history, but sooner or later, they will come to the realization that life is just a test that is full of ridiculously difficult problems with awfully limited choices and a very short time limit. We make mistakes or pick the wrong choice, and once they are written in life, they are impossible to fix. We are incapable to go back in time. Maybe that’s why we do drugs, drink alcohol, or anything that will result with intoxication and hallucination as a remedy to dilute our memories, the memories that cannot be forgotten until our deaths. And then,… they will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
There are many things, people, places written everywhere in my journal of life. I want to put these memories, the memories that define me, into a physical media. And the most basic form of communication is picture. There’s no language barrier, just an emotion erupts from inside. A chemical reaction that is universal to all of us. It’s not Shakespeare or Lizst. It’s just a feeling that you get from looking at them, and that feeling, is the message that I want to express to you - In the pitch black of darkness, tragedies endlessly repeated themselves to satisfy desires. The lust for conquest making people bend to your will. We are all slaves to this ecstasy. We, the superior breed of beast, are not here to live, we are just here to kill time.
Gary To, Dec 15th, 2006
