I tend to be puzzled with insignificant, rubbish things. But it might be evidence that I’m struggling to live in the secular society seriously.
“Birds of a feather flock together” — a lot of ARTY people just gather around me. They’re eager to admire or share the feeling of a certain works, words, thinking and stuff superficially which pleased or moved them. Kind of boring. That’s enough. I don’t desire to have such a rubbish conversation. I’d like to take a peep at the thinking or feeling of people which belongs on the deep and dark side of him — full of human traits. I’m not interested in someone’s TASTE like accessories they wear unless that melts into their flesh and blood. It’s nonsense to appeal their sense of beauty. Be more sensual.
But I can’t explain this thinking in English well because of my awful skill of it. Needs more ascetic practices.