Nineteen years— from a blurry photograph to a lamp that’s gone dark. This is something written for myself, and also for those who lived in the dorm in 2007 like I did.
Some things, if you don’t write them down, they stay there. If you do write them down, maybe they won’t.
There’s no shortcut to letting go. If you’ve lived somewhere long enough, you eventually have to move out. Pick things up one by one, tidy them away, and return them to the corners. Not so that anyone can see this home—so that I never have to come back again.
When you move out, you have to turn off the lights. When a person leaves, the lights in the room are still on. Turning them off may come a little late, and the sound may be loud— but the light must be switched off, because the person is already gone. Lock the door, and leave the key inside.
The sound of turning off the lights startled Madam Jing. That wasn’t my intention.
I hope she’s well.
May her days ahead have nothing to do with these words.
Whether the wind outside is big or not— the people inside can’t hear it. He’s just packing his things.
In matters of feeling, there is no judge. Two people come together, then each walks away. As for what happened in between— to this day, I don’t have an answer, and I don’t think I need one.
I don’t belong to either side. This is where it ends for me.
This is an ordinary civil property dispute, and it has already entered legal proceedings. I respect the court, respect procedure, and respect all of the other party’s rights. Whatever the outcome, I will accept it.
Some things, if you don’t write them down, they stay there. If you do write them down, maybe they won’t.
There’s no shortcut to letting go. If you’ve lived somewhere long enough, you eventually have to move out. Pick things up one by one, tidy them away, and return them to the corners. Not so that anyone can see this home—so that I never have to come back again.
When you move out, you have to turn off the lights. When a person leaves, the lights in the room are still on. Turning them off may come a little late, and the sound may be loud— but the light must be switched off, because the person is already gone. Lock the door, and leave the key inside.
The sound of turning off the lights startled Madam Jing. That wasn’t my intention.
I hope she’s well.
May her days ahead have nothing to do with these words.
Whether the wind outside is big or not— the people inside can’t hear it. He’s just packing his things.
In matters of feeling, there is no judge. Two people come together, then each walks away. As for what happened in between— to this day, I don’t have an answer, and I don’t think I need one.
I don’t belong to either side. This is where it ends for me.
This is an ordinary civil property dispute, and it has already entered legal proceedings. I respect the court, respect procedure, and respect all of the other party’s rights. Whatever the outcome, I will accept it.
