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Road around Baoshan reservoir 5:37 pm

In Place description, Writing on 2014/03/31 at 10:04

We have stumbled upon this place more or less at random, we only stopped at the reservoir for a quick rest before going home, but impulsively decided to circumnavigate the lake, just for fun. And here, on the small road around it, we found this place, a Christian graveyard. The steep hillside is terraced in numerous levels, kind of like the spectator gallery at a sports arena but instead of seats, there are walkways lined with graves, rows and rows of what looks like sarcophagi with slab headstones at one end. Then only difference between them is the color of the stone and the inscriptions; some are even empty, just waiting for an occupant. It’s not unpleasant, just kind of strange to see them arranged like this, less powerful than the multitude crosses at Normandy, less disorganized than a normal Taiwanese graveyard, but nice in a somber kind of way. A very special sight no matter what.

Nangang technology park, 12:32 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2014/03/11 at 05:02

I’m standingin a garden on a kind of a raised dias looking out over the street. Or, I say street but it’s more like a long stretched park of meticulously planted greenery, slate rimmed ponds, and plenty of fountains. Both sides of the park come pedestrian boulevard are lined with futuristic looking office blocks, with facades of brushed aluminum and glass. It’s like something out of a sci-fi movie, an off world paradise for the rich full of luxury and high-tech gadgets, with the rest of humanity stuck on the burnt out wasteland that the earth has become. However, there is non of that sci-fi splendor, or superior attitude of the people about this place. No one else seems to pay the least bit attention to the surroundings. No, here it is business as usual, just another mundane day on the technology park; yet with my jeans and worn canvas jacket I feel the contrast between me and the suits all around me, like I’m from that scorched desert, visiting the man made paradise for the first time.