{{Ever since I switched back to MSN Space I haven't done any Livejournal. 
Which means--
*hadn't thought about writing a little piece of poem or something for quite a while;
*hadn't done any real "arty" experimental shooting;
*hadn't have the courage and security to put my doodles up;
*hadn't enjoy the sort of blogging freedom I used to love a lot...
blah......blah......
Yeah Livejournal.}}

画  : Paul Klee
字： Walter Benjamin


 读书笔记1：
A Klee drawing named “Angelus Novus” shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating.  His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread.  This is how one pictures the angel of history.  His face is turned toward the past.  Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe that keeps piling ruin upon ruin and hurls it in front of his feet.  The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed.  But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them.  The storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.       
                                                

 — Walter Benjamin,

  Ninth Thesis on the Philosophy of History