题都城南庄 (崔护)

去年今日此门中,
人面桃花相映红。
人面不知何处去,
桃花依旧笑春风。

Writing in the South Village of the Capital
In this door last year,
The beauty’s face and peach blossoms set each other off beautifully.
Don’t know where has the beauty gone,
The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

What I said elsewhere…

In a way, I’ve given up on writing. I worry too much about the people who read. I get all vexed about how I’ve no control over the perceptions that may be formed in their heads when they read the stuff I write. I’m tired of self-censorship. I hate locking up my entries because (a) the password-protect thing spoils the look (not that AOT is an awe-inspiring aesthetically pleasing site to begin with) and (b) it basically yells “Keep out, you bastard!” I’ve turned my back on Twitter. In fact, I now get the pleasure of knowing how long since I updated bits of my life there. I’ve no love for words anymore because they may betray me.

For now…

… he draws the curtains on his life on Twitter and blog. An added protection, if you like, to the wall that keeps others out.

The words will have to find another place to hide.