Like a buttered toast, I fell down with my head first in this newfound land.
Urgent air cargo so to speak, I was only passing by, as intensely as I could. New doors were opened, my horizon broadened with every step.
Now, I can add a true feeling to the spices that I used for a long time in this takeout stall called Papa Shanghai. All the fermented foods, the new letters, things that seemed exotic have been given a home. This is where I went. So in a sense, I was visiting a place that I had little pieces of, already before.
Time is running when you’re trying to meander.
So keeping on dropping me,
in places, dreams, life and ultimately, I’ll drop
by myself.