By Linfan Zhu
Those little candles lay drunk in the crystal glass.
Jazz forced its way, deliciously into one’s mouth and tongue.
Distilled from alcohol, was the dazzling sense of bitterness.
The indolent airs were glutton for passion.
The unspoken loneliness, flashed itself among
dancer’s waving arms and necks.
Those pens and papers, declared,
in a roar of apathy:
‘Never has before, were there so much chaos in one fold!’
It is just because the Spring is coming.
Today’s love is a mere leftover of being alone.
——Studenterhuset, København, night.
Linfan Zhu is a visiting philosophy PhD student from Beijing University, China.