small town endlessWhen I first arrivedIn town I thoughtIt's very smallCompared to whereI came from. FriendsWould meet randomlyOn the streets.It is dusk andThe horizon expandsInfinitely andThe town with itsNarrow pathways,Cobblestoned,Turns into a maze.Now that I haveMet you that nightAnd still not runinto you again,The town becomesToo big it seemsEndless, empty.
cafe epiphanyI walked into a cafe, ordered the usual and idled away. All of a sudden there's this strange feeling welled up: I no longer had this vector in front of me, the vector of going somewhere, pointing from the back where I came and ahead where I was going. Instead, my vector imitated the shape of the window, or became the window itself, no longer piercing forward, but dispersed everywhere on the screen.Unlike the long one dashing through the three dimensions (or four including time) in pushing oneself forward, it followed the passer-bys. It became short, ephemereal, almost two-dimensional. Instead, I became the one who observed the long vectors of intentionality of the commuters. After a while, the crisscrossed lines turned chaotic I had to close my eyes.I found the feeling stirred in me very peculiar. It reminded me of something, something frightful and homely at the same time. It uncannily revealed to me that I had comfortably arrived, that I had stopped. Only temporarily, to be sure, b