the images from wenchuan continue nonstop. last night, a friend told me her daughter isn’t sleeping because she’s watching the live broadcasts. another told me she’s waiting for another miracle. indeed, many of my friends watch and watch and watch, crying almost everyday. when i hear stories like this, i wonder if earthquake hasn’t been deeply cathartic for many people; this has been a hard year, when doing what one’s supposed to do hasn’t been enough to hold the world together.

so history as text message (and it’s only may!):

狗日的２００８
好好过个年吧，遇雪灾了；
好好上个网吧，艳照门了；
好好传递火炬吧，闹藏独了；
发展农村医疗吧，发手足口病了；
买点股票吧，大小非减持了；
坐火车吧，还出轨了；
在家待着吧，还地震了。

dog-fucked 2008

celebrate the new year, and end up snowed under;
go online, and see edisen chen’s pornographic pictures of gillian chung (the yanzhaomen affair);
pass the olympic torch, and tibetan independence supporters riot;
develop rural medical care, and hoof and mouth disease spreads;
buy stocks, and the prices all fall;
take a train trip, and it goes off the rails;
even if you stay at home, an earthquake brings it down.