Lost Generation
BY SHEN SHUOWEN
We are regarded as lost. No orientation, lack of purpose. The
generation that is alcoholic. We can’t cope with our own mess.
we drink to sober, to sleep, and to live. We stick to every party
we are able to get access to, spending days and nights hanging
out with different women. One of the women within them,
the one that I can’t really recognize her name now, I picked
her home. we fucked, and I send her on a taxi and that’s all.
We travel a lot, to Spain for example, bullfighting is intro-
duced because the part of us I hate for sure. We can’t escape
from what we have experienced. We just can’t. We must main-
tain the tension, the stimulation, the brutal, the blood. The
cycle maintains as the sun also rises.
But suddenly the cycle collapses. At some time, I found myself
in love with another human being. I stop drinking, my eyes
fixed on her in every party including her, I want to take her to
the river beside the grassland and sit with her simply a whole
afternoon, maybe just to see how she hook the warms.
That’s what I thought of as she dances and hooked other guys
to her.
I can’t love, we don’t know how.
How can you be able to lock yourself towards a person and
trust him for your whole life after you had witnessed the
summit of pain and sorrow for human beings. How love and