you walk around like you don’t know me

October 20, 2009


the air is free, not as heavy, not as humid. I am thinking about the future, planning, working, researching. there are many things to be thought of, to be looked at. but I am impatient. my harms and hands feel heavy, they are trembling from all the writing. too many words out there. I am definitely cured of the summer writer’s block. I am not sure why I have these regular periods of writing and then absolute silence. has it got something to do with the environment, my personal, or the weather? or all of it. excuses. or maybe I just don’t care that much as I seem to.

my room is filled with books notebooks photographs and scraps of papers which I don’t need anymore. half of them are pamphlets from museums and galleries from two years ago. I think this weekend will be perfect for putting away some of those things. I am not worried about anything yet. tonight was a simple night. a small family dinner with a friend from hungary. shrimp, spaghetti & tomato sauce our favorite. insalata caprese, black olives and red wine. strawberry ice cream, with fresh strawberries and blueberries for dessert. small pleasures of life. it made me think of the nights in DC also with ice cream and a cup of coffee.

I am missing it still.


October 19, 2009

the days pass by, mostly unnoticed in the rush and stress. the nights are cooler now, too. I am loving the weather, the heat and the humidity are slowly going away. here comes my favorite quarter of the year. I take a trip to starbucks every day, study, organize my bookshelves. random things of every day life. we’ve refurnished our apartment a little, the new colors make me happy. I am not sure what is missing. I am not writing much, most of the time I am just learning the 汉字。

I can feel the year speeding up. it’s usually in september when I tend to notice the differences between the first and second half of they year but it seems I have become less dependent on these lonely traditions of mine. there is a few days in a year during which I used to spend some time reflecting on the past, as if on purpose. but not anymore. this habit is (also) going away.

hong kong island is hardly visible. it has been hidden covered by clouds and pollution for more than a week now. I cannot wait for the clear november and december days. by then though it will be time to worry about other things. I am reading a book about fidel castro and guevara. I’ve watched the motorcycle diaries a few weeks back, and read the book. since then I’ve become obsessed with their stories and the history, which they created and wrote. there is something incredibly powerful about it.

it’s been a while since I’ve had time to walk around the city for hours. I need to find some time soon, I am quite frustrated, being just at home.