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Overview
About Me
CURRENT MISSION
welcome to the odourless greenscape of luxury
ABOUT ME
i am a random exhibition. the epitome of incoherence piece of art. a blob of red paint in the middle of monalisa's smile. a commercial break in an empty cell.
PHILOSOPHY
i talk shit
Why I’m on Couchsurfing
HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING
drifting is the art of living. the drifter never wants to be in any kind of violence, cause the drifter knows, to put himself into trouble, would make his 'drift' troublesome. the drifter wants to be calm and he wants to be as calm as the Buddha himself, even calmer than Buddha, if possible. in fact it is possible, because Buddha doesn't know shit, the drifter knows that. Buddha contemplated himself up on the hill where nothing could have been categorised as 'disturbing' at all, whilst the drifter is drifting in the real manic life, to be calm as Buddha in his 'manic path of the drift' would make the drifter twenty thousand steps higher and calmer than Buddha.
Interests
i am fascinated by dance, the movements in whatever form or shape of our everyday life, even in a daily routine we can't escape ourselves from these dances, we dance when we are in sorrow, we dance when we are happy, we dance when we are in love, especially when we are in love, movements that are classified as mundane or insignificant are actually the details that gets us through till the day we disappear from this so-called reality, the moment that we sliced through is captured slides by slides, each and everyone of those unique slices create our constant motions, regenerating constant movements, affecting our inconsistency of emotions, ups and downs become part of the essence that make life so Beautiful, and difficult to depart, the longing and wanting and needing dissatisfied even the most satisfied entity, we are all enigmas.
- arts
- perfumes
- dancing
- painting
One Amazing Thing I’ve Done
i had a conversation with myself about the sacred love, the unconditional sacred love. spiralling myself into the dark abyss of my own muse, falling and keep falling. importantly disengaging with myself (what a paradox, disengaging with myself? how could i had a conversation with myself then?).
Teach, Learn, Share
I want to tell the world about the story of summer, the story of trapped dynamic of stripped emotions, the non-stopping spiral, the trapped butterflies of my underbelly! the period with the muse, intellectual lover.