how i'm feeling these days.

“Say something. You’re my only friend here, it’ll be a memento. I don’t like pictures.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Whatever. Anything from the heart, even something sad. I’ll take it to the end of the world.”

He stared after him. 

His face was silent, closed, yet sickly fascinating; it thus drew in the confidences of Turmoil and Pain, themselves the underlings of Loneliness, an Overlord so pervasive, its tendrils marauded across his features, seeking to fester, germinate and eventually, vanquish that fragile mien.

wrote this a year or two ago, and to be honest, i wrote with unabashed and utter self-centredness. i find it heavily overwrought now but it doesn't matter, because i've found him - the man with the silent, closed, sickly fascinating face. i want him.

Tony Leung in Happy Together, 1997.