Drunk mind

 He stiff
a year out of the classroom. He seems to still not out of anger out. He Compiling a tight fist, it seems that all the time he met the people who hit.
He thought the teacher was wrong and the teacher's response was to stand him out. the north wind did not destroy his inner anger, only to get his blood boiling.
when he was ten. when the teacher taught the students the exploitation of farmers evil evil landlord he whispered muttering the phrase, in fact, landlords are not entirely bad. because his father said that his great-grandfather was a landlord, great-grandfather was lack of clothing and food relief to many folks, so, from the good and evil the opposite, he believed that great-grandfather is a good man.
time, he was just like the countless innocent young, only the dual ability to judge, only good and evil, good and bad, right and wrong. I think this is everyone experienced childhood to face the world, Vientiane, only a simple yes or no to determine choice. The difference is that adulthood, some people learned to materialist dialectics, and some people still only binary judgments.
and he grew up, or somewhere in between, he divides the world into real and unreal. Christine ground reality of his child, and careful in his fantasy maneuvers and omnipotence. but he has a nihilist the body, but a realistic thought. He can work hard just a little reward for the little fat can also be alone in thinking at the time to think of myself lonely solitary Liu, the world turned its cross.
but, gradually, climbed the wrinkles his face, his spirit when they were young again as strong, when he felt a step by step into the fate of the pendulum, his heart gets old. Although he can still aspire to fantasy, just imagine that he has not excited. passion has cooled, blood has cooled. While other people are saying, the future will be better, the reality that he has, including his own, including the Apocalypse about to come. upsurge necessarily brief, tragic ending will.
It seems that he has been all the edges are polished. seems to have all the passion he has been washed away. eliminate the brilliance of the eyes seemed a hopeless future perspective.
but he knew he should choose to do. He always contradictions created for ourselves in the painful struggle. He believed that the universe and the ants were all weak, he refused and the lives of ants. He believes, like people, dogs are, however belongs to captive animals, refuses to live like a dog.
seems, was something he hope.
He turned the boring old diary.
his breathing outdoor air in thought.
Life , anything else. all the materialist dialectics, all the binary thinking, after all, return to the question: dead or alive.
could not finish the wine did not drink, did not finish the way to go, as long as you like, you can an end. but you, no wasted endless years.
wine and song, life is geometry?
when drunken sword dance, dance to a brilliant luster.