Cursed

I don't know if it's because the fever has successfully fried my brains dysfunctional or because I'm really getting old or it's in my genes or because I'm just plain unfeeling,

BUT,

I just am not feeling anything special for anything that's happening around me.

It's like, I can always do the talking when it's about other people. You know, give general comments, reassuring shoulder squeezes, pats on the backs and whatever words and gestures that whatever person can give to whatever-body. But I can't do much about things when it's about myself.

So, nowadays, don't expect Hanxiang to be as high as always. Not possible in the near future. These days I just yearn for solitude, serenity and simplicity. Ooh, coincidentally, the three S-es. Cool ya?

Any kind soul, if you're willing, please throw me on a deserted island or mountain area with a little cottage. No bodyguards required, I'll fend for myself.

I passed my fever to Hanyan, who passed it to Juefun, who's having it now. He niams and eats alot when he's sick.

Hanyan started when I'm about to recover, and Juefun got it when Hanyan was about to recover. We have decidedly to call it Cursed, The Trilogy-that's-never-going-to-be-published-nor-shot-into-a-movie. Just let us suffer silently. We know our limits.

Will be back with a new song, hopefully.



Hanxiang