Short Review: Railsea by China Miéville

This book wins. Totally. Mieville brings fantasy (or steampunk? dystopia?sci-fi?) to a whole new level, & I can't believe it takes me so long to read this book. Exploration. A quest to find self-identity. To jump into the unknown. Adventure. A world in which towns/cities are separated by railsea. Endless tangles of rails stretching from one point of horizon to another, with moles & other giant beasts unimaginable lurking underneath, underground. & there's a chase of philosophies too. Train & profession of many kinds. Moler, salvage-scrabblers, pirates, navy, & wrecker. Myths. The edge of the world. Angels. Heaven (opps). 


There, I throw some words that might (might, yes, but you should just read anyway) conjure up the faintest(?) idea of what you would expect to find in this book. 
With great main & supporting characters, what could you ask more? The world building is one of the most amazing, impressive, prominent, distinguished - one of the best I've ever encountered (in a novel/movie/game).
I'm a fan. Really.

China Miéville  

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Valentine's Gift ~

"Do not fear mistakes. There are none."

Something Sad

There is something sad in almost everything.

In the dark expanse of the sky
In the curling smoke which in its graceful way rises up black from a dirty, worn-out chimney
In the pebbles on dusty streets
In every blade of grass swayed by the lazy wind,
In the branches stripped bare

In buildings and garages lay abandoned and empty, in the coating dust blanketing mugs and glasses
In the specks of dust swirling in the surrounding overused air, visible by a weak glimmer of sunlight penetrating the window
In the glow-in-the-dark stars, which fell from the ceiling, not strong enough to hold themselves from falling
In the river so murky and green and gray, in the puddles and its stillness

In clothes and bottles and colognes and tins and containers
In a discarded cigarette which has a shoe's mark imprinted on it
In the sands
In the birds crisscrossing the sky
In the bobbing boats carried by the course of waves

In the people. In the future. In our every heart.

 There is something sad in, if not all, almost everything.

For Those Who are Fighting Their Own Battles.

For those who are fighting their own battles.

You may feel weary, wanting to just close your eyes, wanting to lay down and rest. Yes, you need to feel that. The exhaustion. The pain. Pain is what makes us living beings. Pain is necessary. You need to learn to accept pain. Hurt. Disappointment. Let your heart open to embrace it, and taste what and how they feel like. Let your tears well, and fall. This what makes you who you are. But you need to swim through all that, not let yourself drown in the heaviness and the wholeness of it. I think we all need the right amount of pain, because after pain, come a tougher heart. Come a renewed self. Come a better day.

One thing you can do, you look up to the sky above. I always do that whenever I feel that I can't hold it any longer. You see, and will notice the lazy wisps of the clouds, how peaceful they seem to be, wandering the earth, against the gradation color of the sky. It's just that, when you look at it, it seems as if bad things are sooo far away. So impossible to happen. It's as if  they didn't exist, again.

So impossible.

We are all fighting our own battles. I am. Well hopefully we can get through our fights just fine, and when we look back later, we will smile.

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Nov. 18, 2013. 00.35 a.m.: The Time You Wish Could be Everlasting and Blissfully Endless

Don't want to give up the night. Don't want to give up its peacefulness and quietness and low profile. The time when you feel as if moments were suspended and stopped, that time only belonged to you, and that you were the only living being alive. The time when you can respectfully respond to the loudest voice of your mind. The time that you can be necessarily productive. The time when you look into your soul and collect your feelings, everything dedicated solely to yourself. The time you wish would be everlasting and blissfully endless.