2046

Thank you Father.


Impossible odds: 2046 on this night, right now.
Parallels: 4 X'mas eves, Dark piercing train, melancholic love memories.

Incredible cinematics:
Futuristic start in crisp Japanese. 60's Singapore. HK in turmoil. 風花雪月.

Battery fully charged right now. 4 hours 53 minutes to write this.
Left window: Gliding snow waste.

天馬行空.
The rambling pen. Love stories not in chronology. Rooms 2046 and 2047.

Beautiful women enstrained by money and love, defining companions of lust.
Cantonese so slick it bridges.
露露。白玲。２蘇麗珍。


First and Single passenger on 2047, returning from 2046, where things never change. How much does it take? Some, effortless in a short time. Others, a long long time with bruises all over.
Aboard, attendants for every possible need. Like companions.
How can one fall in love with robots? It often happens.

Run deep into mountains, find tree. Hole it, tell secret. Sealed from anybody with soil.

天人五衰
Weaknesses of us all.
一 一 一
小 ０ ０
時 小 ０
後 時 小
。 後 時
。 後
。

淚 that fall only tomorrow.
Not turning back, in a long long train that shuttles in 濛瀧夜。
1224. 1225.