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About the past 6000 hours.
He doesn't really have to be an artist.
None of the decisions he made while doing so were rationally driven. He follows his body, his desires, his instincts. He tried, but it got him lost. He fears being out of control, he searches for it, he stays out of control. He suspects his surroundings without reason, yet he deeply loves the mundanity that surrounds him. He obsesses over loss because he doesn't have the courage to stay. And he's obsessed with the past, with the nights that won't be bright.
关于过去的六千个小时
其实他并不用是一个艺术家。
他在做这些时，所做的任何决定都不是理性驱使的。他顺从自己的身体，欲望，直觉。他尝试过，但这让他迷失。他害怕失控，他寻找失控，他一直失控。 他没有理由的怀疑周围，但却又深深的爱着周遭的平凡。他迷恋失去，因为他没有勇气留下。他迷恋过去，迷恋不会天亮的夜晚。
