I'm always impressed by the last glittering of life, especially that of
autumn leaves. It shows the wonder of the universe we live in.
Compared to the teremendous dynamism of nature, our lives are only
one small part of it. My own life couldn't be more infinitestimal.
Nevertheless, I regard it irreplaceably important and suffer, especially
when my love is cruel to me.

Yesterday, a bunch of women living in our condo complex complained
to me bitterly abou the colour of the spiral staircases we commitee members
are repainting. We've decided to paint it in bright blue and those people who
cling to traditional norm cannot stand it. I hate those stupid women who
can do nothing but adhere to cliche. ( November 5, 2004)