The Land of Conjurors

The sense of anxiety never fades when I become happy. One achieves something and then begins to worry about the next thing that has not done yet. Anxiety loves to tickle me, and I believe I am not the only one, especially in the aspect of society. Thinking about the age, the social experiences and the future, one's lifetime is such a blink as one keeps dealing with trouble made by others or self. Busy or not, the question that always flickers in my mind is the place where I can go. Still have no clue though. To have a high-paying job, to get married and to have a child...etc. Are these really the ultimate goals in my life? Having these can be happier than having none. However, it's like one turns out a sinner if he or she does not get married and furthermore has a family. It's also like one becomes wrong if having a sense of confusion along the way, not to mention one's anxiety. Society is hardly the one to be blamed, for it only pushes people to go forward by enterin

We are others, we are the others. There is no way out as we strenuously seek it out. None of them can easily be found. We call it out, now we call the way that may give us sounds ─ An echo of the lingered inhale, exhale hardly can be spewed by the telltale as we are forced to fail, to expel

Woman’s Room, an oil painting of her dressing room by P. K. Page In P. K. Page’s painting, Woman’s Room , a viewer may find it hard to situate his or her eyes when concentrating on a certain image. Instead of merely portraying what the room is, the room in the painting is displayed by the three-way mirror. It arouses the question of where the painter stands inside or outside the room interrelated when she is painting, which characterizes the speaker’s dilemma of her location with the tapestry in Page’s poem “Arras.” In the poem “Arras,” for example, the peacock-image is a process created by  complicating the self of speaker from the personal self to the impersonal self. In this poem, the speaker claims that she is not only the “observer” who sees things surrounding her but also the “other” by whom is seen (Page, “Arras” 12). A reader may further notice  that  the tapestry in this poem  w ill not be treated as the subject matter but turn out to be  the part of the mystery of the speak