Saturday, August 20, 2016
明天你是否依然愛我_萬物皆空篇 Tomorrow you will still love me… What's love got to do with it? Summer 2016 in Tokyo IV
Francophile, bibliophile, demophile… so ‘will you still love me tomorrow’ is a you-phile or me-phile? In the realm of platonic-philia, I am Casanova. Tokyo was my harem where I hugged my L-O-V-E-R-S left and right.
WYSLMT最弔詭的版本由嗓音低沈, 與David Bowie齊名的Bryan Ferry主唱, MV女主角乃九零年代尤物Anna Nicole Smith. 影音違和, 讓我想起久不久駭客入侵, 同個帳戶竟收到從自己帳戶發出的垃圾電郵, 信件標題千篇一律半亂碼半驚駭, 總是與藍色小藥丸或三級片有關. 封鎖帳戶更改密碼的同時不免異想天開: 在某個平行宇宙是不是有另一個LK正兜售著藍色小藥丸?這世界充斥廉價的性, Sex Sells的標語埋葬做生意該俱備的良心, 我們極度匱乏愛, 'Will you still love me tomorrow?'這問題捷克文豪Milan Kundera回答的最詩意: The Unbearable Lightness of Being! 回想青春莽撞的年少歲月, 書中es muss sein的概念代替所有占星卜卦密友諍言, 幫助我下注無數艱難的抉擇. 謙沖如我, 面對愈困惑的情境卻愈是跋扈獨斷不留餘地, muss es sein?
Japanese IS the rice culture. We frequented Akomeya Tokyo during our trip. Every meal was refreshing, cleansing, and heart warming, right to the core.
Ever since I returned, drowning in the depression from the good rice deprivation, I started singing Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black:
We only said goodbyes with words
I died a hundred times
And noodles of course. To be exact, soba, udon, ramen… the silky sensation on tip of the tongue… oohs and aahs. Yes, I get very pornographic when describing food.
For that I will croon in Norah Jones’ style:
When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I’ll love you when you’re blue
But tell me darlin’ true
What am I to you?
Every metropolis needs a respite, be it a quaint tea house or a neighborhood cafe. I admire Tokyo's ability to harbor green oasis here and there. Zen is empowering, even within the presentation of an exquisite meal. Back in the office what's my Zen then? Yo Yo Ma!
Strictly PLATONIC!!! I promised Mr. LK only to stop by At Kiln for ten minutes max and the next he saw me was a quarter to an hour after and me with an armful of ceramic goodies.
This post being a very feeble finale to the Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow saga, I think I am just going to refer everyone to my Go-To for all philosophical questions, Milan Kundera.
"The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful ... Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory."
__________ The Unbearable Lightness of Being回歸主題: 明天你是否依然愛我? 愛是本錢, 平日不燒香, 臨時抱佛腳行不通; 愛也是祝福, 心懷善意才有能力給予. 七夕情人節剛過, 應景願天下有情人終成眷屬 :)