Saturday, 9 February 2013


On the bus, somewhere between Kaohsiung and Tainan:

This land is scarred and gone brown with thirst, deprived by pipes and pumped out of chimneys; cut into roads and roadsides and blocks. Where elsewhere instincts pull me in and make me wanna fly cross fields on a rampage holy, this ruined landscape leaves me unwilling. Bring back that will to be caught up in the majesty of nature, send me to some unspoiled place.

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