Falling London

It’s a journal for ‘The London Project’.

Picture from a webpage game called ‘Fallen London’ ↑

Both trapped on the Internet and in the real world

When I was at home in China, I used to rent a sever in London to build something programers called “ladder“ so that I could access to websites like Facebook, instagram, pinterest, etc.

Here in London, I thought I could surf the Internet freely. However, I am still blocked by other “walls“ and have to rent a sever back home to access to Youku, bilibili, QQmusic, etc.

On the shelf

I almost fell in love with them at first sight granted that they were just common ikea lamps.

Is love actually here?

This street reminded me of one of my favorite movies called “Love actually“.

But I am not sure whether it was filmed there. Emmmmm… because I was actually lost.

Two victorian things: comeback of Gothic & Steampunk

Victorian era is really cool!!! Then someone told me that “Bloodborne“ is full of Georgian things.

Well, Georgian era is really … so what’s the difference?

Déjà vu

Did the sculpture of Anthony Gormley stand on that building?

Dream & Reality

Much better ↓

Burst agonized and clear!

Great machine comparing to PowerPoint.

Distance

By the way, the book was first published in 2017.

Distance again

I am here in London GMT +1 because of summer time.

One of my best friends studies fine art in Tokyo GMT +9.

Another best friend in Seattle majors in CS also summer time GMT -7.

Generally we divide the world into natural thirds.

Yesterday

Thank god Paul is a genius!

Dancing Man

It means “N” in Sir Conan Doyle’s novel.

Aha!

Good afternoon, president.

Little inspiration

Cities are full of grey. Green is a present from nature, while red can start a flame to light all in heaven and earth.

Omelette

Faces

Human plus penguin! n(≧▽≦)n

Wings

Wings, wings, black and white. Why both of you are flying on the ground?

Island & Isolation

‘No Man is an Island’
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

——John Donne

I used to be on a continent and I am now on a true island.

However, I feel the same kind of isolation as usual.