I am a faithful pupil of the color black, but come ferocious sauna summers and the concept of 心燥 ("chaotic heart") a little class-skipping with an ex-lover named Color is a healthy way to break up the monotomy.
This inability to see my future from a bird's eye view frustrates me. I know - "that's life" and it's a large % of the adventure, but these days I just want to repeatedly and impatiently ask: are we there yet?
Hey guys. Sorry for the lack of updates lately, I've been working on my website - which means digging through seven years' worth of archives and disorganised folders, filtering through all the bad gifs and double-chin selfies. It'll be ready next week, but I'm OCD and slightly very ADD so it might take a while.