左右互搏系列一
在西北的旅途上聽了劉若英的《後來》很多遍。
很想為我的過去道歉，傷了她人的心。
我不能說我沒有任何的後悔，但更甚的或許是說不出的懷念。
年少時，很多的東西都沒想透，也說不清。
現在可以做的就是默默送上祝福，希望遠方的妳想起的是年少無知時那天真的臉孔。
我，會繼續天真下去的。
俗語有云：「真小人，偽君子。」
用現代的話講，《公主復仇記》裏面有說：「男人有兩種，一種是仆街，一種是扮皇子的仆街。」
而我就這樣輕描淡寫的原諒了自己。
二零零九年八月二十七號甘肅路上
Friday, 28 August 2009
左右互搏系列一
左右互搏系列
左右互搏系列
人越大，腦筋痴了越多線，發現自己的衣服和世界一樣不只是黑和白。
左腦的理智跟右腦的浪漫常常打仗，心裏面也找不到一個肯定的答案，沒有答案的問題像搞研究一樣，一篇論文嘗試回答問題後卻往往在結尾提出更多的問題。從而產生更多更多更多的問題。
左右互搏系列裡想寫的可能是一些毋寧兩何的事情，也可以是自我瞭解，自我反省的過程，更有可能的是自打嘴巴的文章。
講到底，只是找一個藉口，為自己的胡說八道，留下一點點胡思亂想的記憶。
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Thoughts before another journey
Familiar streets dotted with fading memories,
revisiting songs forgotten,
trying to put a chapter to end old stories but find no appropriate words to start anew.
I'm not ready to leave, but here I go again.
Friday, 14 August 2009
Monday, 3 August 2009
Unintentional Time Capsule
I just came back from a foreign land,
from a rice field with contemporary art to a city without much, if any, public art;
found myself sleeping in my old bed but in a new home;
had my first ever all nighter karaoke in Hong Kong with new friends right after a class reunion of seventy something friends I've known for more than 10 years;
I'm now sitting in front of a new room with the same monitor, same table, same chair, same keyboard, same speaker, same mouse, same standing light, but new room with finishings I have never seen in my life.
New height, new orientation, cars and birds singing from behind my head instead of to my right. Light penetrating from unfamiliar angles onto a furniture I've seen for 10 years but now seems all too alien.
People are prepared to get lost when they travel to new places, I was not prepared for myself to get lost in my own home.
As I continue to stumble around in this thing called 'home', I found a green ipod mini from 5 years ago and is once again trapped in a world of alien familiarity, of a reconstructed memory of long gone times, flashes of people who have stayed and who have gone.
A new Bose headphones that was lent and returned plugged into an old green ipod mini that was lost and found.
Please don't ask me what happened in that foriegn land, I am still living in one.
from a rice field with contemporary art to a city without much, if any, public art;
found myself sleeping in my old bed but in a new home;
had my first ever all nighter karaoke in Hong Kong with new friends right after a class reunion of seventy something friends I've known for more than 10 years;
I'm now sitting in front of a new room with the same monitor, same table, same chair, same keyboard, same speaker, same mouse, same standing light, but new room with finishings I have never seen in my life.
New height, new orientation, cars and birds singing from behind my head instead of to my right. Light penetrating from unfamiliar angles onto a furniture I've seen for 10 years but now seems all too alien.
People are prepared to get lost when they travel to new places, I was not prepared for myself to get lost in my own home.
As I continue to stumble around in this thing called 'home', I found a green ipod mini from 5 years ago and is once again trapped in a world of alien familiarity, of a reconstructed memory of long gone times, flashes of people who have stayed and who have gone.
A new Bose headphones that was lent and returned plugged into an old green ipod mini that was lost and found.
Please don't ask me what happened in that foriegn land, I am still living in one.
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