Working with sound is something beyond my life, so it is borrowed time. It doesn't entirely belong to me, and at certain moments, I completely belong to it. It's like throwing a stone, those moments create ripples that resonate throughout my life.
I also value the shape of the ripples. Personally, I don't like ripples with a strong impact. I prefer the 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.
After analyzing, whether or not to react is also a choice. I can't define what I am pursuing, like certain types 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, the rewards outweigh the drawbacks.
I read what I wrote last night (above) after a night's sleep, and it's so naive and pretentious. Just now, I was replying to an email when A, who was sitting next to me, suddenly asked, "Why do you look so sad?" I was stunned, really? Then I told a lie.
Friends like A, we both should know that we won't see each other again after these few months, right? Friendship is easygoing, and when he saw me going to class yesterday, his face lit up like a flower.
I'm leaving.