It's thunderstorming outside. And dull as hell inside. That is to say, I can't believe what a disappointing weekend I have had. The Hangzhou trip was cancelled, and later the in-town one. People with promising figures came to me but turned out to be either unsophisticated or repressive. Two days of busily arraging meetings with all these unlikely ones and ended up eating alone. Couldnt concentrate on reading or anything productive.
The Oliveira film was good, great actually, but movie is no big deal. It's cool if you are producing one, watching one, however, merely fuels some interesting but could-do-without chats. I'm not sure if it is the same with respect to fictions. Maybe not because words create an isolated world governed by categories alien to perceptions whereas movies aims at a virtual reality. In movies characters walk the way real human beings walk but in fictions they 'walk'. Speaking of fictions, I reckon I had better pick up keeping notes and quotes to make every piece of reading counts.
The walk to Knowledge and Innovation Center aka. Chuangzhitiandi was good too except the phony smoking. Don't need to be addicted to realize it helps nothing and none. Stay a social smoker and drink a bit more gin and tonic. Hashtag another way to be pretensious. What a motivation to lead a life. Anyway you truthfully enjoyed the wandering in between unfinished buildings and unoccupied offices, aloof as it was. A disassociated wanderer, skeptical underneath, that would make a perfect icon for you and your kind.