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Yeliu 2:21 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2010/09/26 at 16:08

I am standing under a cloudless sky, with nothing to give me shade near by,the sun makes me feel hot by just standing still and  my hat creates a band of sweat on my brow but the surrounding landscape makes me forget my discomfort. Behind me a foliage clad cliff wall and in front of me a series of strange rock formations with the enchantingly blue – almost turquoise –  sea in the background. Somewhere closer to the sea, hidden from view by the jumble of odd rocks is a painted red line: when someone sets even one foot over it a whistle blows somewhere. The reason being, they say, is the danger even though the ground beyond the line is nice and flat for several meters. Even  this wild, almost surreal landscape has been  fenced in, fixed up and civilized to harness the power of tourism. And there is a lot of them, every time I try to take a picture there is someone crowding the shot, whenever I step on to a walkway it is crowded. It is a shame that it has to be like this, such a strange, alien place is best kept untamed.


Zhudong market 8:07 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Poetic prose, Writing on 2010/09/22 at 16:13

I am sitting on a stone wall, dangling my feet over a red bricked square, my girl is by my side and I have a cold drink in my hand. I rest my hand on her leg and gaze up at the full moon shining bright behind a thin veil of clouds. It is strange how such a simple thing can be so beautiful. I feel my girl snuggling up to me in the surprisingly cool air and the smooth skin of her thigh. I sit here and feel absolutely content, the perfect ending to a perfect day. Happy moon festival!

Hsinchu beach 2:46 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Poetic prose, Writing on 2010/09/19 at 11:06

The typhoon is here, the typhoon is here, it’s all over the news and we all know it’s here. While the people in cities all around us are caught in the storm, it is not much of it going on in Hsinchu. So, I have gone to the beach to get some typhoon action. To my left is the greyish sea, to my right a series of concrete wave breakers buried in the sand and an embankment leading up to the waterfront path. And underneath my feet is the dark gray, almost black, surface of the low tide sand. Light colored, dry sand from higher up the beach blows across the plain like a creeping mist. When the wind gust subsides, it falls down again and forms a pattern on the moist surface but is quickly absorbed. The sand grains sting against my legs as they pass, like a piece of sand paper being rubbed against me, and  I keep my back turned to the flow of sand to keep it out of my eyes. I take off my sandal to feel the wet sand with my feet and immediately the wind picks it up and hurls it seaward. I have to run to catch it. As I get closer to the sea, the wind feels more intense and the green grey water is rippling and spitting, almost boiling,  in the vigorous wind. Out here the typhoon does feel real, yet it is still a plaything that sets a piece of bamboo rolling along the beach at great speed. They say typhoons are bad, but I can’t really sense the danger.

Apartment in Hsinchu 2:55 am.

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2010/09/12 at 06:39

The room is dark but i can still se the gray shapes of things. The room is quiet but I can still hear the woosh of the air conditioning. Somewhere to my right I can sense the presence of my girlfriend. I was tired earlier but now I seem to have come out on the other side of the weariness of a long flight and I can not fall asleep. I wish I could sleep, the logical part of my mind tells me i need it but I feel fully awake. At least there is one good thing about this, just lying here knowing that, when ever I want to, i could reach out my hand and touch the girl I love, a privilege I haven’t had in a while.

Over Göteborg 12:45 pm

In Reflections, Writing on 2010/09/12 at 06:31

The same familiar airplane surroundings, the screen now tells me I am over Göteborg, my home town. What bothers me is not the effort I spent the last two days to get to Stockholm via my parents house just to be back so suddenly; neither is it the rather soggy excuse of a sandwich they have provided me with. No, what bothers me is why they provided a packet of skimmed milk, some sugar and a small – in lack of a better word – spoon with my sandwich. What also bothers me is why they decided to make a small hole in the spoon. I cannot help to think that a crafty person, say Tv’s McGuyver, would be able to use these seemingly random condiments to create some kind of perfunctory weapon. I however shall make coffee with milk and sugar albeit without the coffee.

Over Örebro 12:28 pm.

In Place description, Reflections, Writing on 2010/09/12 at 06:29

In front of me, the blue leather back of a seat and a bland gray piece of plastic euphemistically called a table with the words “Fasten seatbelt while seated” and “Lifejacket under your seat” printed on it. To my left, an incredibly bright sky, white cloud and wing of an aircraft. Up and to the right is a small screen with a rather grainy graphic showing me that I am over Örebro, my parents home town. I left here for Stockholm a little over five hours ago and now I am back. Was it worth all that trouble? Wouldn’t it be better if Airbus lived up to its name more?