
<Shanghai, China>
Even though I have not been writing any entry, I still feel some kind of commitment to this not-yet-focused blog, and this is not so much strange as interesting. I wonder why this happens and think it may be because the blog represents myself, or more precisely my thoughts, no matter how little energy I used for writing it.
I do not mean to say that my writing can embody my thoughts without producing errors or causing misunderstanding. There is a huge and unconquerable gap between what I "write" and what I "mean to write" because of the unrepresentability of language.
Rather, I am saying the blog represents my thoughts in a more primitive sense that it is nonetheless what I wrote; there is a trace of my writing in it; it attests to the fact that I did an act of writing. In other words, the blog is my experience.
As long as the blog is a space constructed and maintained by means of words that I typed on the keyboard character by character, it includes a trace of my intention.
<to be continued, I mean it>
