時間過得太快了，快得我還沒有時間寫下我的心事，一個月又過去了。春天的明媚陽光來過，有時候也有雲雨到訪。有幾位比較要好的朋友都是交換學生，只剩一個月他們就要離開紐約呢，所以見面的時候就會多作擁抱，然後說著，會相念對方。當初，我們都剛來到這城市的時候也是這樣常常擁抱的，因為大家都有點孤單。三個月似乎是試用期的無形標準，除了我自己本身偶有的情緒起伏以外，其實每天過得十分充實，傍聽了兩門大二和大三的課，分別是image, object and meaning 和 bio art，所以現在每天上課早上九點到晚上九點。星期四傍晚就會到 chelsea 逛畫廊開幕其實是蹭酒喝，然後同學家的 home party，然後忙著趕功課的星期天。

When Spring returns
Perhaps I will no longer be in the world.
Today I wish I could think of Spring as a person
So that I could imagine her crying for me
When she sees that she’s lost her only friend.
But Spring isn’t even a thing:
It’s a manner of speaking.
Not even the flowers or green leaves return.
There are new flowers, new green leaves.
There are new balmy days.
Nothing returns, nothing repeats, because everything is real.

Fernando Pessoa