I have been doing a lot of writing lately. I swear that I will get around to posting it on here one of these days… But as often happens when I commit the majority of life to one subject, it leads to emotional drainage and confusion.
So, as I lay sick in bed sick yesterday, I didn’t reach for my laptop to write. I ordered Korean fried chicken like I alway do on Sundays. It was raining outside.
I finished the book Junky by William Burroughs (I have always been a fan of Beat literature) and watched the movie A Touch of Sin by Jia Zhangke (贾樟柯). Both pieces were amazing. I highly recommend both and furthermore suggest that their topics are much closer than you might imagine at first glance.
I also did something that I haven’t done in a couple of months. I studied some Chinese.
I have to say that it was exhilarating in a very odd, why is this so soothing, kind of way. It was like going back to the characters reactivated old areas in my brain and pumped brain juice their way. It was great and I loved every second of it.
I did it again tonight. After cooking myself a potato omelette, I sat down at the desk, turned on some house music, and started scribbling on the page again.
As with any subject I have loved and left, the coming back is always like going home after having been away a long time. You see familiar faces. You eat the food that sustained you as a child. Like walking through the woods on a brisk fall day.
I have felt that way about writing, finance, Spanish, reading fiction, and now Chinese.
While I am not giving up on my writing, I am coming to understand more clearly how my brain functions. In truth, I am a bit of a do everything type of person. I like to go deep into one subject for a period of time, but it can never last and then I want to go to something new and start all over. However if I rotate everything in the correct way then I can start to get into this weird rhythm of connecting seemingly unrelated things.
Anyways, I am picking back up the gauntlet. Perhaps it is a lack of structure, perhaps it is the clear, tangible pleasure that I got when I passed the HSK4, but whatever the reason I’m back in the game.
HSK5, here I come.