I would become a musician just so I can write a song about Sundays. Perfect Sundays are sleep in Sundays, make brunch Sundays, read a book Sundays, clean your apartment Sundays, two hours in the coffee house Sundays, dinner at your favorite Vietnamese restaurant Sundays, Hutong Sundays. It's been a year of good Sundays, and, when you have a moment to stop and breathe, you realize, it's been a good spring, a good summer, a good autumn, and a good winter.
In the spring I got kissed under the CCTV tower, and it felt like the Eiffel Tower from the fifth dimension, and even though it was concrete blocks all around us, and even though my heart was crushed for the first time in my life, there's nothing like the feeling of love at first sight.
Summer was -- what a bloody, hot mess. All I remember about summer was staying up way too late, drinking way too much, and climbing into a taxi way too early to work. Summer was being on the back of motorbikes, plucked yellow flowers, Hutong labyrinths, shared silences, and feeling seventeen. If I could write about all the moments in between, summer of you and I would be it.
Autumn was celebration and goodbyes. We were stuck in a typhoon in Shanghai and in the hotel lobby, we talked about youth, and zines, and hopes, and dreams, and bigness, and overreaching, and catalogues, and ideas, and schemes, and that moment, that moment was the birth of something great. From that moment, we faced challenges against time and money and ideas and I remember slumping against your desk, "can we really do it? we can't really do it can we? my god." But we did. Autumn was a milestone. Autumn was seeing visions and ideas transform into paper, and form, and rock hard reality. Whatever becomes of you and I, and of this partnership, we will always have autumn and greatness of two passionate people coming together.
Winter followed autumn, and all the goodbyes that accompanied the season. All of a sudden I calm down, and cook, and breathe. It's nice. It's the best I've been. All I want is kindness, and thoughtfulness, and more mindfulness for you, and I, and in the new year together, I hope all of us will be grow a little stronger, a little more sincere, and most of all, embrace all it is that we have given each other.