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‘Flux’

nota
Flux,Opus

I happened to have the privilege meeting a particularly excellent design student and had grilled him with pop questions about the importance of typography and proper punctuation. Much to our shock and dismay typography is simply omitted from the curriculum due to its perceived minor importance. Maybe they weren’t aware of the existence of Chinese typography just like some people ditched “Chinese grammar”.

We both agree that it equals to future career security but, whether moot or not, an imminent bad omen also.

Aaron Nieh, the acclaimed #1 Taiwanese fashion designer who (despite many recurring cliches in his work) mainly deals with book covers, posters and CDs, is going to publish another portfolio book and had decided to give away fake book covers that passes any comic or tabloid magazine as a classical reader with the book. That surely means something: design as the selling of the fashionable and perishable is at its all-time high here in Taiwan now (while the economy plummets and the government continues on its deterioration heading nowhere) and however, as said in previous email messages, what pays sustains life and the continuation of life is crucial to any serious creation or the preparation thereof.

This is an era of constant self-reassurance and massive anxiety. While geniuses and creators may have a knack at producing fine products from material, the mediocre have to drool on their own reflections in the mirror. The mirror should be adorned like a fine pair of glasses to fit their vision.

I deem most Taiwanese design curricula inferior for they lack serendipity (although my definition of the word may be way too ferocious, just like Roland Young’s extreme measures might be thought as abuse to a first-timer). But if schools from their very origin were simply built to support ideas, and mass-schooling was ensured only to support an intellectually superior labor task, our design schools are surely losing the ability to gauge the future and are shifting towards a school of the trade, where by the preposition “of” I really meant “being subordinate to”. The very fact here is that people do not crave fine art if it isn’t advertised, and the motto “by the people, of the people, for the people” has huge potential of being transformed to “by the idiots, of the idiots, for the idiots”.

I do think that swarms will overtake the rest but still they would have a leader who sees it all, and the idiocy theory was just abstracting individual prowess out from the picture. We are losing faith in ourselves, therefore losing faith in our own prowess and our own capability, ability and ambition to cooperate and create the next great thing. We lose faith in ourselves by not learning and not listening, and by constantly bragging loud.

And life is short. Despite the overwhelming positiveness of humans attaining life beyond their average 120 years’ lives, a person’s useful life usually ends within his/her thirties and before his/her forties. The baggage we carry are graven and would continue to grow day by day, while our brains and bodies deteriorating cell by cell, tissue by tissue till the next day after we die. The perceived impeccable responsibility of a well-established citizen is killing creativity, while creativity and the effort in keeping it itself is killing the creators. Life is short and there is no way back. Rejuvenation is likely a myth which should exist only in mythologies for good riddance and reference.

And every time you breath a word I die a little more inside.

conceived
Flux,General

Revamped

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delirium
Flux,Lumination

Narration

Three years of life in the metropolis is convenient enough to have me forget about its people. I abandoned the pursuit behind science and devoted myself — or say, devoted I thought — to social science and the humanities, a beautiful error that could not take place more earlier nor later.

I learned the artificial boundary around the curriculum, and its impenetrability thereof; I witnessed the eruption and finally the dissolving of dreams in every junior mind. Torture takes its place in this democratic, open-minded society in forms of regulations and larger expectations; where love fled in advance.

Growing up is an irreversible process. Every once in a while I allow the brisk rays of sunlight arouse me from the very silent, immense darkness inundated by my own emotional detriti, I adversely die a little more inside.

explosive
Flux,Lumination,Opus

Explosive

It’s… In a Sense, Right?

Actually I am going nowhere. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. What I had truly possessed are no longer mine. Those who are dead are not dead — they’re just leaving in my head. And ah, imagine. What a death, what a surprise, what a silence. There should — there is a silence where no sound could be, there is a silence where no light could penetrate. Let there be a silence of mind, a silence of mental salience.

Once upon a dream. To be — to the extent of being cruelly — true, there haven’t been really.

ablative matrix
Flux,General

嚴肅地指出

而我是希望,能夠說「通常」地表示,通常而言一個作者開始書寫關於自己的東西,就代表他已經寫完了關於這個社會的東西,或者不想寫或者還沒開始寫……而自我,永遠是觀察與一切步行的起點,自我書寫永遠是被放在最高的東西。關於自我書寫,文字本身卻不一定關乎自己;書寫、創造與閱讀皆只是為了更好地了解自己、更好地擁抱自己,而走入社會或者避世都只是巧合之下的副產品。

而巧合依舊。那天我遇見貓咪婆婆,她有一個個人電子報臺喚做《與貓在一起的日子》。底下一篇個人介紹:「當我真的變成婆婆時,還是要跟貓兒在一起」。擊鼓其鏜,踴躍用兵。土國城漕,我獨南行。從孫子仲,平陳與宋。不我以歸,憂心有忡。爰居爰處?爰喪其馬?於以求之?于林之下。死生契闊,與子成說。執子之手,與子偕老。 於嗟闊兮,不我活兮。於嗟洵兮,不我信兮。

死生契闊與子成說執子之手與子偕老於嗟闊兮不我活兮於嗟洵兮不我信兮

從某種意義上來說,創作的原因是為了用另外一種方式留下關於自己的東西,或者留下記錄。書寫亦同。不難解釋。一般來說難以想像的卻是,活著是為了告別,告別是為了忘記,忘記是為了記得更多其它的東西,而記得其它更多的東西是為了更好地活著。

活著不是為了別人。活著是為了自己,自己的目標可能是為了別人,但那個「活著」不是肉體上的「活著」。