Offf—How I miss being happy again! Home is peaceful, sometimes boring, and doesn’t always make us happy. Yet it’s that peace I need to be left in, it’s that boredom I like to feel again, and it’s that sort of home I’m longing for. So paradoxical is this world of pleasing pain and painful pleasure. So strange is the life we are forced to live. So disturbing and sad is the certainty of death.
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A boyfriend's letter to his feminist lover in which he tells her of life, the place she only hears of. It is the adventures of a bachelor sandwiched between what he has and what he desires to have, torn cruelly between pain and pleasure. University kicks him out with a master degree into the harsh arms of unemployment. […] Then he shifts from one job to another job like a bee that jumps from rose to rose, and swims like a frog in a swamp where he is bitten by the snake of love. Between jumping and swimming, he gets lost in the mist of life, and learns the art of living in the toughest way. A story of betrayal and loyalty, where sacrifices and hard choices are bound to be made. . .
My dear, your youth is rotting away. Like a life that rots if it’s not lived or a hot drink that gets cold if it’s not drunk. I can notice that. One morning you will wake with a hard hunger for love never felt before.
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