Personal Work
【秘氏咖啡 】
去過嘉義的秘式，這次是來了臺南。雖然還沒去過古亭的，但我想是大概很難超越臺南的吧。
初秋微涼的傍晚，吃過晚餐後晃啊晃，踩上市場二樓，找到藏在角落的臺南秘式。
初秋微涼的傍晚，吃過晚餐後晃啊晃，踩上市場二樓，找到藏在角落的臺南秘式。
拉開木門，聽見的竟是《阿飛正傳》的片尾曲，小小空間放了滿屋的懷舊陳設，以及身穿旗袍、正在吧檯中央整理著的店員，「 啊，原來這間是走港式風格，我最喜歡的。」
而身邊一起進行這場探險的人，也剛好是我當時很喜歡的。
而身邊一起進行這場探險的人，也剛好是我當時很喜歡的。
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有次聊到彼此的星座，他順勢問了我的生日。
我告訴了他，卻一時也不敢反問 —— 怕他只是隨口問問我的，而我卻認真記下他的。
不過到頭來卻也成了麻煩，因為不知確切日期，我反而惦記上了整個星座的月份。
不過到頭來卻也成了麻煩，因為不知確切日期，我反而惦記上了整個星座的月份。
終究是防不勝防呀。
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既然這些洶湧而出的能量已無處安放，那還是拿來做點什麼吧？
例如畫畫，例如多學一樣新的什麼，例如跑向再遠一點的地方。
這些念想關於你，卻屬於我。
把它們擰出來，直到徹底流出我之外，再作為燃料、燒鑄成作、進行到底，這樣應該就會終了吧？這樣能算是一場小小的報復嗎？
例如畫畫，例如多學一樣新的什麼，例如跑向再遠一點的地方。
這些念想關於你，卻屬於我。
把它們擰出來，直到徹底流出我之外，再作為燃料、燒鑄成作、進行到底，這樣應該就會終了吧？這樣能算是一場小小的報復嗎？
創作真是私人又霸道的事，即使通篇訴說、詠嘆著誰，卻也與他者無關。
都是我。
詠嘆的是我，演繹的是我，主角是我。
奇異的過程，像一場祭典。
都是我。
詠嘆的是我，演繹的是我，主角是我。
奇異的過程，像一場祭典。
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【 Cafe Chamber 】
I had visited Cafe Chamber in Chiayi before, and this time, This time, I went to the one in Tainan.
I haven't been to the Guting branch yet, but I have a feeling it would be hard to surpass this one.
On a cool early autumn evening, after dinner, we wandered through the market, climbed up to the second floor, and found Cafe Chamber tucked away in a corner.
I pulled open the wooden door, only to hear the closing song from Days of Being Wild.
The small space was filled with nostalgic decor, and behind the bar stood a staff member in a cheongsam, tending to tea leaves.
"Ah," I thought, "it’s Hong Kong–style here. My favorite."
And the person sharing this little adventure with me, happened to be someone I liked very much at the time.
I haven't been to the Guting branch yet, but I have a feeling it would be hard to surpass this one.
On a cool early autumn evening, after dinner, we wandered through the market, climbed up to the second floor, and found Cafe Chamber tucked away in a corner.
I pulled open the wooden door, only to hear the closing song from Days of Being Wild.
The small space was filled with nostalgic decor, and behind the bar stood a staff member in a cheongsam, tending to tea leaves.
"Ah," I thought, "it’s Hong Kong–style here. My favorite."
And the person sharing this little adventure with me, happened to be someone I liked very much at the time.
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One time, while chatting about our zodiac signs, he casually asked for my birthday.
I told him mine but didn’t dare to ask his in return — afraid he was just making conversation, while I might take it too seriously.
And yet, it became its own kind of trouble: without a date to hold onto, I found myself clinging to an entire zodiac month instead.
I told him mine but didn’t dare to ask his in return — afraid he was just making conversation, while I might take it too seriously.
And yet, it became its own kind of trouble: without a date to hold onto, I found myself clinging to an entire zodiac month instead.
Some things really are impossible to guard against.
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When all that swelling energy had nowhere to go, I decided to make something out of it.
To draw. To learn something new. To run a little farther away.
These thoughts, though about him, still belonged to me.
I wrung them out until they poured out of me completely, then fed them back into work — forging, burning, carrying it through to the end.
Maybe that was a small kind of revenge.
To draw. To learn something new. To run a little farther away.
These thoughts, though about him, still belonged to me.
I wrung them out until they poured out of me completely, then fed them back into work — forging, burning, carrying it through to the end.
Maybe that was a small kind of revenge.
Creation is such a selfish, domineering thing.
Even when it sings about someone else, it’s never really about them.
It’s always about me.
Singing about me, performing as me.
I am the main character.
A strange and furious process, like a secret festival.
Even when it sings about someone else, it’s never really about them.
It’s always about me.
Singing about me, performing as me.
I am the main character.
A strange and furious process, like a secret festival.
喝了一口裝在玻璃樽裡的維他奶，麥芽的味道，有點甜。
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總覺得畫圖時的完稿過程很有趣，會把原本跳躍、四散連結的思緒，匯聚成：那是什麼氛圍啊？剛剛那組配色是不是比現在好？如果明度壓更低呢？陰影形狀這樣切好看嗎？這條線這樣有畫好看嗎？
啊，現在的這首歌太吵了，無法思考。
起初的能量來源還隱隱流動著，看似仍專注於這個題目、這個畫面，其實早已開了平行宇宙，專心地在分心。
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A sip of malted soy milk from a glass bottle — sweet, a little heavy on the tongue.
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The finishing process is curious:
those wild, scattered thoughts gradually pull themselves together.
What mood is this? Was the earlier color palette better? What if I lowered the brightness? Does this shadow cut look good?Does this line feel right?
those wild, scattered thoughts gradually pull themselves together.
What mood is this? Was the earlier color palette better? What if I lowered the brightness? Does this shadow cut look good?Does this line feel right?
Ah, the current song is too noisy. I can’t think.
The initial burst of energy still faintly flowed through me.
I seemed focused on the drawing, but in truth, I had already opened a parallel universe — fully absorbed in distraction.
