YuHeng's blog

Only when it’s summer do I miss summer, only when K. is here do I miss K. Who’s me through their eyes, the presence of presences, which are only presences of more people… Each exist within another; one must penetrate them. The inner penetration of the self with the self, others with others, all together in one continuity of relations: the moon, sun, the shadows, people. You think of the sun when you think of the moon. If there is sun, there must be shadows, and if there are shadows, there are people. This continuation comes so naturally that one doesn’t even realize it, but when objects surround us, which are produced and manufactured, they hardly correspond to the moon, sun, shadows–natural things. A plane in the sky is only capable of what it’s becoming–an object. It is an object of the plane, that is, something to which the plane belongs, or something of which the plane is a part.When there is a sun, one thinks of shadows, night, moon, sun, which are all a part of each other. With objects, nothing unexpected is supposed to be expected. It is an object based on an assumptive chain of objects that once it ceases to exist, so too does its relation . People ask me why I think the sun is poetic, because it holds everything within nothing, within itself, the self penetration that subdues others–a continuous continuity, an effacing sphere of structural oppositions, an emancipation from and within incarceration, a state of being which I try to embody. And there are states of continuation which I feel and come so rarely, but I’m starting to know what it is…

Suika is my favourite izakaya other than Noah’s cafe, which I won’t compare because they are different things. Each belongs to each, differences do no meet, and there are no differences for the different purposes which they are designed for. I’d go here for other purpose, there for another. etc. There is no comparison between them, because they are not direct opposites or similarities, but only gradations of scales, which naturally would not work with the essence of comparisons, which is hard to define on an equal surface of effacing characteristics; what is it that’s so different about the two izakaya’s? Could it be that they are more similar within their differences, that differences arise when we take them out of the greater picture to which they belong, that it is not that I won’t compare, but that I cannot compare the designs which people characteristically correspond them to other purposes.