The street is cobbled and my knees are wobbly.
If this isn’t another tune, recommended by dear old Papa Shanghai. Oh how far I have fallen, leaving this void of unheard voices without a signal of life from myself. I need to excuse myself, I was staring very very closely at something that I have found to be strange.
If I had a microscope for humans, I might know what makes them act the way they do. But I don’t. So here I float, trying to come as close as possible. Offbeat, thanks to my new friend, the tune.
Beauty can be found in tranquility, wisdom in observation, kindness in touch, reflection in solitude. One needs to be able to accept the hurt, with all its consequences, to receive bliss.
Upon observing all these fleshy structures, I find all strains of emotions. Nobody is void. So I ask myself, should I let this void in which I am shouting, be filled by a genuine voice?
Truly this week and a half, I have found myself, observing. You, me, everything in between.
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