I like wrong things

“Seeking emancipation upon treacherous scenarios.”

Not a new statement. I’d written this on the last new year eve, in a lousy short poem, to conclude year 2015. But I didn’t really think about it until the last two or three weeks.

I finally realized, and accepted that I don’t live for happiness. Since then, I've started turning myself into a rather rational person, and I suddenly understood many things – many things that I was supposed to have understood long ago.

Andy Warhol once said, “I like boring things.” Of course, he didn’t really regard those stuffs boring, or else he would not have liked it. He loved it but meanwhile he knew practically everyone thought those things were boring.

If so, then I like wrong things.

‘“Your love is wrong,” said Many People. “You romance are false!” Then, Many People and many people started throwing eggs and vegetables to me. I turned around and started running. They didn’t follow but still throwing those vegetables. Ducking, I slipped into an alley. It was already evening and the alley was dim. I couldn’t see the road clearly, but I was still running and ducking anyway. Sounds from many people could still be heard; and those red lights from the buildings and main streets were still chasing behind, that has lightened the floor…’

I love wrong things, and I’m seeking emancipation upon treacherous scenarios. I really do.